Freelance

The work is not enough.

Chased by a blind swordswoman,

red hair, scarred face, mad

for some reason



for some reason I make noise

to taunt her

the work is not enough.


she pursues what she hears

I can't stop yelling

it feels so wonderful

to bellow


She really is fast. Man.


Not enough, and the time between

at home, my computer, the minutes elapse


this monster she must have suffered

to have such wrath and passing her


on the street why


did I taunt her?


The minutes pass, the work, so little

my own fault, bellowing

my head is so


cut off