I am holding a grenade and I do not want to explode
've blown up more times than I can count
The pieces fall in different places when I put them back
I see the grenade on the floor and pull the pin
Sometimes I need to hold the grenade
With my other hand I hold stone
Stone to build walls around me
Stone walls so that no gets in
But then the walls trap me
The cold stone makes sound echo
The light becomes dim and darkness takes over
So I explode
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Jarid Braddock
Aspiring writer from the Bronx. 22 years old and looking to get into sceenwriting and more
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