the last landmine is set off in my head.
I surrender to myself.
I beg myself to spare me.
I grovel at my own feet.
I ask my body,
*how can you ever forgive me
for being so cruel?*
there is silence.
then the wounds turn to scars.
from somewhere inside myself
I hear a voice say,
the same way I always have.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 2:05 AM UTC
the last landmine is set off in my head.
I surrender to myself.
I beg myself to spare me.
I grovel at my own feet.
I ask my body,
*how can you ever forgive me
for being so cruel?*
there is silence.
then the wounds turn to scars.
from somewhere inside myself
I hear a voice say,
the same way I always have.
