Mind Grenade
Walking through a field of mind grenades
I think of all the explosions & how many X
I have died
Perhaps I was sleepwalking when I laid the mines under the light of the moon
& the cracked dirt trailing across the floor
I blamed on the cat
I said nothing about the earth between my feet
I said nothing...
Nd' that silence is what pulled the pin & scattered my body to the wind...
Copyright © Meghan G | Year Posted 2012
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