“Violent use brings violent plans”
Metallica, ‘Welcome Home (Sanitarium)’
Everything I tried to love
stood me up against a wall
and fixed me there, locking
my shoulders in a brace, my arms
out in front of me with a typewriter
tied between my hands. They now
sit and giggle beneath me
about my dilemma, as I cannot
write about them nor can I crush
them with its weight: I am not able to drop it.
And while they relax
under me, they say
and do as they please. And while I remain
trapped here they’ll say and do
as they please
to me.
And I know I’m holding on to the wrong thing.
And so the stories grow and grow.
ashley dunn 
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