A/N: Written for:

Freeverse Poetry Boot Camp, #032 – toes
Mega Prompts Challenge, word prompt #312 – interest


4. Accidental Savior

It was like a poor dancer that still
stayed on their feet, spinning
haphazardly through life, with a blade
that wasn't a blade
in his hands.

They knew he had the blade
somewhere, but they were all blind to it,
and he was blind to his body
swaying to the dance
without one in hand

But he'd step on all the wrong toes,
dodge all the right.

It didn't matter until the end
that he wasn't armed
because he saved them nonetheless.