Blade

I stand

feet slightly apart

facing the wind.

A jerk of torso
into an arm thrown
releases a wrist flick...

And it soars high...
higher...
angling skywards..

Curving and swirling
to its apex,

I watch.

Wincing and Waiting.

Knowing full well

That the blade

Will

Upon its return

Strike me on the head,

wedge into my face

and send me reeling.

Tasting blood and steel

Once again.