She soldiers on
with a limp
from an old gunshot wound
that put a stammer in her soul.
She hesitates upon standing,
and often winces at an over-hastened step.
Stairs are her nightmare, as is most anything up.
Like being trapped
in a cage made of rubber bands
she is limited, but can force her way
in some direction.
She wont tell you how she got it
nor even where it really is.
The thigh, the hip, the gut; as is anyone's guess.
My money's on somewhere else.
She is dissolved in some solution
made with three parts carbolic acid
two parts toothsome regret
one part
pure concentrated time.
If I could pick her up and carry her
I would
but she
would scream, and kick, and holler
I know. So I'll let her limp
It's her way.
I don't mean to be trigger happy.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
She soldiers on
with a limp
from an old gunshot wound
that put a stammer in her soul.
She hesitates upon standing,
and often winces at an over-hastened step.
Stairs are her nightmare, as is most anything up.
Like being trapped
in a cage made of rubber bands
she is limited, but can force her way
in some direction.
She wont tell you how she got it
nor even where it really is.
The thigh, the hip, the gut; as is anyone's guess.
My money's on somewhere else.
She is dissolved in some solution
made with three parts carbolic acid
two parts toothsome regret
one part
pure concentrated time.
If I could pick her up and carry her
I would
but she
would scream, and kick, and holler
I know. So I'll let her limp
It's her way.
I don't mean to be trigger happy.
