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Tick tick tick tick boom in an instant 
macerated flesh would be the last images 
of me I never wondered just what damages 
would occur from a car bomb being ignited 
right in my face my limbs were so cold as 
I lay there the smell of citrus surrounded 
me my skin began to sting from the aroma 
funny looking back now reliving it all wham
 
the sun began cooking my flesh instantly 
oddly intriguing what was sizzling dazed 
in slow motion like i was under water the 
first responders yelling stay with me honey 
we are going to get you out briefly I awaken 
frightened but alive vanity arose as I glanced 
in the mirror to assess the damages I noticed 
this beige pink substance splattered across 

the vehicle I glanced back in that mirror realized 
this was flesh my flesh blown out from underneath 
my eye my eye sunk into my cheek of course 
the eye socket was crushed i was in total shock 
and began to put the flesh back underneath 
my eye I felt sad for being so vain at the coming 
of my death but how could i survive living the 
rest of my life with my eye sunk into my cheek 

how could I experience the same damages as 
being in a humvee army tank close range in 
Afghanistan wham car bomb explosion an IED 
carried out on American soil a personal bomber 
from a very prestigious elite bomb maker a bomb 
that would travel great speed close range piercing 
my eyeball blowing it to the back of my skull and 
out my brain none the wiser mafia hits hiring 

the best mechanics bomb makers i arrived 
to the hospital doctors and nurses turned 
their head a man in a suit said fix her face 
just fix her face i wasn't thinking about 
my brain my beautiful face my youthful 
face that's what the lawyers argued she 
was so beautiful wham we'll take good care 
of you the bones in my face rattled swelling 

on my brain my nose fractured my eye lashes 
were side ways on my cheek there i was in 
shock trying to save the macerated flesh to 
go back under my eye it was comical i felt like 
I was in a mash rerun doctors plastic surgeons 
on the spot personally fixing my face the healing  
began I couldn't see any brain damage bone 
fragments brain matter i couldn't walk talk or 

even pee my legs were heavy nightmares hearing 
the explosion today I support wounded Veterans 
every time I see one baring the same scar as I why 
I am reminded how blessed I am to have survived 
an IED carried out on American soil a car bomb 
to destroy my brain to keep me from writing 
American poetry my killers needed to punish 
me for wearing wires for the FBI my killers

needed to extort my American poetry and gain 
royalties by impersonating me after death to 
cripple my brain once and for all although it didn't 
stop me from writing typing with one finger now 
but the poetry flowed even more fight flight mode 
my brain fighting to live it actually helped me 
cope it comforted me I asked God to forgive me 
for my vanity trying to fix my face picking up
 
macerated flesh stuffing it underneath my 
hanging eye God bless our troops somewhere 
in the world another bomb has ignited the 
harm the damage you never ever recover 
from a bomb blast close range in your face 
it took a lot to relive this and just write about 
its very traumatic and painful traumatic events 
severe traumatic headaches I just pray for 

our troops the casualties innocent women 
and children civilians I am reminded of my 
wearing wires pregnant for the FBI going into 
hostage situation awaiting to be killed that day 
finally came seated behind a bomb with enough 
force to blow my brains out through my eye 
a contract hit on my life for my America poetry
revenge attack on confidential human source
I know am very blessed God bless the Traumatic 
Brain Injury association and God Bless America
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