Training Max: Epilogue

 


The Lost Charge[1]

by Max Kodiček

She swept over me like the Ocean.
Washing away the plastic memories. 
Holding the cheat-codes to my heart,
I confessed it all.
Rolling around and clawing sheets,
A wild animal trapped in pleasure.
There were no buts until after,
When I'd lost it all with a lion's roar,
Until the tide had turned,
And I was left shivering on the beach.
A hopeless gambler stumbling home,
Broken by the house,
Empty again,
As timid as a mouse.
 

 

--Fin--


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