Diamond Miner

I arrive home after another night in the mines. I leave my pickaxe outside of my house as I walk through the door. I cough and notice some blood spill from my lips, this is normal. “My family needs me to do this” I say. They need me digging, block, after block, after block. I pour my pockets out and diamonds fall to the floor. “We do all of this for one stone” I think to myself. I have never understood the need for them more until now. My wife worries, but she knows it must be done. I eat my wheat bread, pet my axolotl, and put my “cat” disc in the jukebox. The tunes put me in a trance. I fall asleep on the recliner and dream of mining diamonds, block, after block, after block. Only to wake up the next day and continue the cycle once again. “Will this be the death of me” I wonder. No, this will be how my legacy is written. In diamonds.