The Will and the Wilds

by Charlie N. Holmberg

It is the lone traveler that need be wary.

perhaps a little uncomely, but the desire to draw attention has never been mine,

The 'desire has never been mine' is rather poetic. She has many lines like this throughout her book; poetic and somber. I like it. The writing offers me many Glimmers for mine own.

The first blow had been true.

seasoned with truth

I’ve dabbled with the fancy, but dreaming can hurt a heart,

Dreaming can hurt a heart is a snippet of poetic genius. These flowy blurbs are the main reason I read this writer's work.

like kissing the twilight.

I feel it break inside me, another piece of my soul. It doesn’t hurt this time, but instead leaves me with a deep pit of sorrow in a place I didn’t know I possessed.

The thoughts turn on me.

My chest aches in remembrance of the lost pieces of my soul.

Emptiness echoes inside me.

the sadness blooming in my gut like a poisonous flower.

I feel like a log before a weak woodcutter—half-split and waiting for a second swing.

I will not be refused in this.

within the space of two heartbeats.

not wanting to scare away his voice.

I've felt this often..keeping quiet in fear of scaring away the voice of another, especially when their voice is so rarely so open and personal.

am the afterlife. I was created by death. I am the end. When I perish, I am gone.”

Damn.