©Stacie Sandall
I exploded into your life.
You had no helmet on.
The shrapnel dug within
long after the line was drawn.
No Kevlar worn upon your heart,
my ammo snuggled deep.
Unaware of things to come,
I maimed you in your sleep.
I was the grenade in your corn,
projectiles unavoided.
I left you bleeding, broken-hearted,
and utterly disappointed.
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