Gnashing teeth
condensed into a molecule
—a seed planted in my brain.
Laughter for a moment
is gun powder
—it typically leads to pain.
A see-saw on rocks
lifts legs that never tire
—drain its blood.
The two-sided stone
that beats in my chest
—plunged into the flood.
Tip the topsy-turvy
boat that never stops
—swaying side to side.
Confront the ghost
of Hope who stayed
—that constant, returning lie.
Tie me up, bound with life
—I’ll be going out
with the tide.
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Submission Name: Decision
