Despair is an ice cream scoop: a poem

scooping out my innards
into colorful
Easy to Digest
balls.

Go ahead. Keep going.
I’m tied down tight.
My fight is gone,
trickling away like piss.
I’m pissed but paralyzed
in shock.

Not quite dead but soon.

Roll me into an old wheelbarrow
Dump me in some rippling dry field.
Leave to find your next.
My blood won’t stain
the cheeks of the earth for long.

Sun bake me.
Birds take me.

My head flops left and I
see the jagged red edges of
a first grade girl.
Pigtails still tied up
to match her dress.

She’s gasping,
crying,
dying.
But I’m too far away.

And the pressure inside my hollow chest builds
until I want to burst.

How
dare–

how
fucking
dare
they
do
this
to
a
child.

But strong thoughts
can’t change a thing.

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