Dont Look At It

Look at the piece and a strange feeling encase fear centres, The fear is now gone. All you can do is just stare. Stare at the piece. Like magic you are held – titanium clips. Melty is the feeling that takes over. You can’t tell what happened. Turn your head and it snaps, Shout and pepper spray red your eyes. Viable to blast – the Jack’s Hammer, BLAST the scape thoughts. A flinch is like no petition to a bullet. In agony, no dexterity, In pain and joy comes combine effect. At a pinch, one can tell the numbness The facial indentation can’t fade away It’s free off depression, imitation and regression. It all go back to the piece. Once you recall you are strong And don’t have to go through this, It all seizes.