The Battlefield Is Here

I’ve got madness turned, all the way up submerging myself in thundering double-bass and wrenching screams. "THOSE WHO RUN, WILL BE BURNED!" My legs tap the carpet to the beat, my soul on its way out the door. Escape. And then her voice wails over the tiny speakers, calling to me, in need. I pull out an ear-bud, and feel the divide: The solace of chaotic notes/The reality of a mother that needs help getting up. I press pause on the computer and run to the aide of the womb that made me the fighter I am. The survivor, my hero. Escape can wait. The battlefield is here. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.