leaving

they is small things

made real bombs containing medicine and plastic.

they is remedies of sorts.

call home

no answer.

they is small things

pink warheads.

waking me. calling. crawling.

bringin self to surface and moon.

i cried the first time.

pink.

now green. this one promises only gas.

not nightmare.

i plant roots deep to ground.

they is things

in mah stomach made to prolong life.

this time green

no tears

this time teeth and ginger. 

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