AN: big words. I know.

to precede the polychrome arms

luminous in their own glory

my own poltergeist manifesting

in means I can not control.

to scour what's left of the child inside

rid me of my past

yet timid of my own future

disfigurements appalling

scaring away what little is left

of a life I still long for.

the lustrous blade

stands still claiming its power

lurid in it's sacrifices

dawdling in my hands

for what seems like an eternity.