Blast This

Blast This

Give me dynamite
to blast this sick stone
fortress sealing my melting
heart shut. Give me the
fuse. Give me the match.
Blast these walls away
and don’t tell me my heart
might be shattered beyond
repair from the blast. That’s
a chance I’m willing to take.
Now, just give me the match.

 

Poem by Ann Kestner, from Gasoline, a free eBook available at iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and others.

 

Photo by Harris Khan.

 

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