Sledgehammer.

deadinsideLike a bus

that couldn’t stop,

its driver, legs locked-

straight, baring down-

all the weight,

the failing of brakes;

beneath his feet,

where the tires

touch street

screeching, scraping

metal shavings

but can’t quite stop

in time not to

run right over me.

The Sledgehammer swings,

it’s wielder, well-meaning-

momentous force-

impact to the chest

sets into course,

broken by the best

of darkness creeping

in through

my own big mouth.

7 thoughts on “Sledgehammer.

  1. Life usually is, right? Xx

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  2. babyd21713 says:

    incredible….i love your voice

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  3. JMC813 says:

    Just stunningly heavy jive J.

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