Jumping Bomb Angel Anonymous
I dreamt my shrine had found its mark and carried shame upon its back pressed to find the line they crossed but hoped that it was all an act backed up in a corner I felt dizzy hold the door until they say I'm guilty am I? woke up to find a martyr running from the soldier's bed he'd made drew lines for a reckoning his friends had all been scared away "spring's gone," he said, "and it's too quiet here" but best to stay til no one's left to notice did I? they billed me as a traveler but bidders left me here alone months keep passing wonder if I'll get to where I have to go wrapped up in a chance to end up stranded should have got a call so I'd get moving did I? I'm waiting on a line
