The blood was dripping through his hair. A gentle stream of red running down his wrapped arm. It slowly crept down his back. He knew his scalp was tore open, but he also knew it best to feel around it with his dirty fingers. Just keep dragging yourself forward, is what he kept telling himself as he …
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The Warrior’s Edge
The Warrior’s EdgeThe Kriya beginningA rhythmic movementAutomatically kicking inMy inner fire ignitingThe pilot light being litBreath workUsing both nostrilsPumping my heartInto fluid actionSpecific motionsOpening up the rootsAnticipating whatIs to comeTime flowsMy voice inflamedDrawn to the …