Berserker

Berserker

Inside I am a warrior
But stripped of all armour
Naked but for the blood
That paints my trembling skin.
The axe I wield with one hand
A sword in the other,
Both held high.
The red mist waits,
Patient as a stone.
All you see is a woman
Middle-age spread
Greying hairs
Sagging breasts,
Virtually invisible, worthless.
But inside I am a warrior,
Waiting.
Don’t push me.
You won’t like the bear.

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