I’ll be here when you want me
like the sound inside a shell.
And when you’re angry
smash me.
Stamp down the fragments
To dust.
smaller
f i n e r.
But remember
lightning
has only one
strong strike
a last life in a video game
(the final bullet
in a magazine).
A baseball bat,
infinite
in strikes
wouldn’t you prefer?
Expel your anger
satisfyingly.
Until it cracks
thunder
following the strike
the door slamming in your face
The me
no longer here for you.
***
I wrote this probably three years ago, maybe four. I don’t remember the fight I wrote it in response to… Or perhaps I was just in a mood apart from any contention. I tried to rewrite it and rework it recently; I just couldn’t get past what I’d already put on the page. It seems complete. Though not really representative of my current poetic style, I like it.
Hope you do too.
About the Creator
Mackenzie Davis
Popping in for a brief season. A small bubble has surfaced and will burst again soon, no doubt. New stories expected at unexpected times. Vocal is for challenges.
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