feeling no fear, I descend those
wearing the Wooden Steps thinner than 21 years ago
with the weight of my mission.
creaking, stepping, as the Cave of Crime
swallows my view.
the Guns, swaddled in dust, draped in webs of years disappeared
remain impeccably centered
one on each of the wicked Walls.
the Clock, red-eyed and glaring
reminding me of the time – 11:06 –
I was once paralyzed with fear.
and that Bed
that Fucking Bed
clothes and dignity stripped There
as my body and soul were
It Lives Here.
But I’m Back.
glancing about this Room – just a Room – of nothing
I seize It
breathe cascades of It in
and tuck It in the crevices of My Heart.
It is now mine and
I’m Taking It Back.
Mr. Blog sleeps in a bed, has a dog, loves the ocean, the #22, the color blue, and learning new things. She lives in the Midwest area of the United States. Currently working as a lifeguard at the local YMCA, she’s only saved the life of one child. The irony is, now she’s fighting to save her own because her body decided to create cancer cells instead of normal ones. Mr. Blog figures she’s saved herself from her own mind wanting to die twice so defeating some cancer cells that think they’re bad asses should be a piece of cake.
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