Where the World Put Me
My body shakes
I am an ice sickle
On the roof of a winter day
I am wet
Like the deep under
The ocean floor
Streams of red flow down
My body
Like the American flag
Quiet surrounds me
Like the sky
On a winter night
As tears flow
The taste of Saltwater
Taffy fills my mouth
I am dead
Hanging by a thread
Like the world who put me here.
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