BERSERK—FREE VERSE.

BERSERK—FREE VERSE. He lay beneath his mother corpse. His mother hanging from a rigid branch. Her stomach was still slightly protruded. Her body swayed in rhythm with the wind, her dangling innards brushing against the floor– From where her child had fallen from her womb. He lay as stiff as a rock's inclined likewise. His breath growing fainter by each second, Then as tho resisting, he let out a wail. Behold the child born with and from misfortune, He is berserk, this child from the dead. © Calliope. (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~