original date of publication: probably november 2023
You are not supposed to be friends with minefields.
I am not supposed to have sat in the back of your mum's car knowing, just knowing you were going to go off.
I should not have had to learn to defuse to walk through my backyard.
I should not sit here fearing a stray mine I missed, so many years later.
I should not shake from the memory of your explosion.
I should not have been friends with a minefield.
It wasn't my fault I lived there when you buried yourself all around me, gave me no choice but to navigate you.
It's not my fault that I was friends with a minefield.
I'm long gone now, but it doesn't matter where you move.
Once you've lived in a minefield once, every patch of fresh earth is a threat to blow you apart.
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Assorted Poetry
PoetryI had a vent account on Poetizer, but it went paid, so I had to save the poems here. They're not particularly effortful, just vomited prose, but I had nothing else to do with them. They may be added to, or not. Largely not too graphic, but there is...
