In This Moment

In this moment I have forgotten everything that makes me more then lance, sinew, bone and muscle.

I am my training.

I am the stinking sulphur-breath of a two thousand stone flying lizard.

I am the open black lipped rotten tooth maw.

I am the slick mist and wet stone.

The chill in the wind.

The dying day.

The rising grey tide of night.

I am more then the searing pain of fiery death.

I am more.

A warrior.

A life forfeit.

A moment in time, a snippet of lust, a lunge, a rasping breath, a broken body, a dying ember.

I am the ideal, a fleeting glory, a forgotten myth.

I am champion.

In this moment I serve only as savior.

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( ART: “Against all odds – oil on canvas – 20×24 by: By Brit Martin 

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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