These Final Days
I spent the morning getting things ready
I sharpened my tools
I packed my provisions
Arranged them into a convenient bundle
That nestled comfortably between my shoulder blades
Then I started climbing
Hours later I reached the summit
The apex of my world
Cloudless sky in every direction
The entirety of the mountain under my feet
I can see the dark forest from here
I can see the dank swamp
And I can see my grey house
They are closer than I remember
I don’t want to go back
I will die free on this peak
Rather than return to those traps
I will rest here, these final days.
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