Hateful Crater
the hard oak began to splinter, sliding beneath
worn skin. The numbing takes some of the pain away.
rivers of sweat breech softened skin, tears glaze
my cheek before jumping
into the abyss. stained steel- broken
down to spoon- mixes fluids
into dirt.
my own melting pot.
( I am the rabbit waiting
for the strip to fade black)
both knees break free and fall into stew.
left hand loosens its grip
on the handle. landing face up reflecting a distorted
face I once called my own. the dirt begins to fall,
scattering within this crater. No more
stew, it’s all dried out. wish I could see
the dawn peak its head and say hello, but the
mounds now cover my view.
take my last breath.
the sunlight numbs
the pain.
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