battlefield

nineteen years // how i fell apart

Stitched together, 

Frail halves making up an imperfect whole

There is nothing left

A dammed river 

With only a trickle running through ancient waterways

You took offence 

At every vital aspect of being 

Shredding it from inside out

Like a rubber bullet;

Dead on arrival 

They had to sew me back together

With worn out bits of thread

That have snapped and frayed along the way

Hasty repair jobs with sticky tape and

Cheap PVA glue that doesn’t quite stick 

The scars are prominent

Some have faded, pale white lines

Others are red, pulsing, ugly 

Scratched across my face, my soul 

This is no way to live

This is modern warfare 

A twenty-four seven struggle 

Against an army you deployed

And forgot about when you returned 

To play tin soldiers in another war 

The force of your artillery 

Was not something I thought to expect 

The shockwaves were in the past

The present 

And the future 

And still, you move on, 

No army to tie you down

A life where you can live. 

Author's Note

august 2016- one of my preferred ones from last year, unsure about the last three sentences. like the imagery but think it might be a little too chaotic?

Reviews

[Evelynn]

This is really good. My favorite part was the last three lines.