The Ax Man

grass

There was a nothingness

Behind the eyes of the

Ax man

A coldness

A darkness

That just

Was

 

He watched her for

Weeks

From afar

Before he decided

She

Was the

One

 

He followed her

Home

One cold night

As she happily walked

Down the

Quiet

Street where she lived

 

As she put her

Key

Into her door

He

Appeared behind her, quickly

Placing his warm, calloused

Hand

Over her young

Mouth

“Do not scream,”

He said,

“For I am the

Ax man, and

I am going to

Set

You

Free”

 

She awoke in a

Field of tall,

Dead grass

She was

Cold,

Alone

 

Then she heard a

Crunch!

And a voice that said,

“Run, my prey, from me, the

Ax man

Before I set you

Free”

 

She

Screamed

But

No one

Heard

Save the

Ax man

Who grinned

As a

Bit of

Drool

Dribbled

Down his bearded

Chin

 

She ran as she heard

The breath of the

Ax man

Nearing her

Pant!

Pant!

Pant!

It went as

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Her pounding

Heart

Beat

 

It

Pounded as the

Ax of the

Ax man

Struck

The back of her

Legs

Knocking her

Down

With a

Crackling

Crunch

Into the tall,

Dry,

Dead grass

Of the

Dark field

 

She turned and

Gazed up at the

Ax man

As he raised his

Ax and

Smiled down at her

 

All she could see,

Behind his eyes,

Was a

Nothingness

A meaningless

Indifferent

Nothingness

As he brought down his

Ax

And said, “Now,

My child,

You are

Free”

 

Though free from

What

He never

Said

And

She

No longer had the

Life

To care

 

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37 thoughts on “The Ax Man

  1. Jason Vorhees salutes you sir!! 😉

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  2. The anti-woodcutter of fairy tales?

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  3. Nihilism.

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  4. Well, I don’t know what to say.
    That is bleak.

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  5. As dark as dark gets – splendid.

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