Nothing new.
Twisted broken back
Drizzling goo to asphalt.
Opposite eyes chapped
and lacking desire.
Flies carry to and from.
Scoundrel's call twitches
what sinews remain.
Normal.
Footsteps wander
in shimmered armor.
Peel decrepit foe.
Slowly straightened arms.
Mind fills with truth,
veins with blood,
heart with hope.
"You need a new normal."
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