devon da poet

(April 27,1992 / Sauteurs, Grenada)

Blood from the waist

Only a spear can create such a wound, a wound that may last forever.
In my curiosity, I sought to find out what has really happened but she evaded any possible allegations or inquisitions.
But if my instincts have really served me right I'll retreat from the fight tonight.
The wounds I've seen were so deep and wide that a mice could have live inside.
She held her waist as the pain prolonged.
All I could have do at the moment was stare because she refused to share hear uttermost secret with me.
She suddenly departed to seek medical assistance.
I was left in the war.
If it really were a spear wound, how must I escape?
I'm not equipped with the right weapon to go against spears.
I was frightened in tears!

All my life at war I've tried my utmost to refrain a massive attack from the enemy.
I've kept my eyes open at day and at night, hiding through the green dark bushes cowardly.
I didn't insist to let go of my guard at such a time.
Why on earth was she so careless and thoughtless to have been made herself visible towards the fierceness of the enemy?
She have put us all at great risk.
I followed trails of her blood leading to the point where she was attacked, but there was no sight of transgressors.
If I knew for certain that it was a spear wound I would've known just exactly what to do.
As I continued my surveillance, I came across a broken spear head with possibly human blood at the tip of it.
Things were beginning to become a bit more mysterious.
I wondered to myself whether or not I may ever know for certain the individual responsible for this act but I somehow managed to maintain optimism.
Curiosity surely kill the cat but that's no reason to be hesitant of solving this puzzle once and for all.

Innocent blood from the waist was indeed wasted in this brutal occurrence.
Hence, I've made it incumbent upon me to truly discover who really that adversary was.
As I moved further forward, it was so long till I catch sight of the enemies' hideout.
It was located in the midst of the bushes near a fresh water lake.
Though my bravery in battles were not heroic I wasn't in the frame of mind to go against my oath and cower away.
My battle weapon were a sharp stone-carved knife that has kept me alive until then.
As I was about to launch my attack at the enemies' residence, I saw something that has stunned my advance.
A piece of cloth from that girl's clothing were hanged on a shrub tree near the enemies place.
I got a bit more fierce and eager to strike whosoever try to interrupt my move.
As I entered in all I saw was blood.
Innocent blood from women soldiers and pieces of their clothing.
If ever I've acted sooner I might have had my revenge on those who've wronged my friend in combat.
Unfortunately, I was disgraced and in pity for all the time I've acted so cowardly.
The blood in the waist were nothing but innocent blood.
Why did she had to bleed and not me?

Submitted: Saturday, August 09, 2014

Topic(s): virginity

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