Frontline.
I stand on the front line.
A mile behind, ninety-nine souls
Stare.
Facing forward,
Accusing.
They say:
Why?
I say:

One day,
As I was walking alone,
A man said hello.
He said,
"Won't you take this piece of me?
I've been meaning to let it go, and
It really serves no purpose, you know"
And handed me his smiles,
In tiny little piles.
I asked him to stay,
But he simply walked away.

Sometimes life stands still,
Like the moment before a breath.
Inhale, exhale, repeat.
Potential behind each beat.

The reflection of the rain at night
Mirrors our tiny lives.
Blurred and seemingly unending,
But washed away by morning light.

Half of what I was,
What I am.
See the broken,
Saddened smiles.
Roses wilt,
But bloom now,
Happily.

Half of
What I
See
Saddened,
Roses
But bloom
Happily.

what I was,
am.
the broken
smiles
wilt
now

I am scared.
Hands and ankles clasped to a metal table,
White-washed walls inspire spasms of uneven breaths,
Irregular heart-beats,
Body and mind unsynchronized
My thoughts flying faster
As my pulse slowly falters.
I am dying.
Slowly.

Close my eyes and brace against the bite
As you break
Every bone
In my body.
I breath slowly..Inhale, and lament screams unholy
While I hear you laughing, ripping at my chest coldly.
I collapse in on myself,
Blood, guts, and gore spilling contents onto the white-washed floor, until
I breath
No more.

Just before I take leave of this world
I open my eyes to find that of my demise-
I see
A mirror.