A bundle of little fears
gathers around my heart
like sticks tied for kindling;
I quiver at each possible spark.
Hooked chains attach to my back
like disembodied hawks lifting
their tortured prey aloft
with an ease beyond logic.
I run through this vacant field again,
the grass tall like summer corn;
the thin green blades slice
my thighs cleanly from the bone.
I know only I can control my thoughts,
yet others seem to differ.
(August 6, 2014)
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