You chopped down the tree in my front yard
You laughed in my face and spit on the leaves
You stepped on the branches and snapped them in
Two,
Three,
Four
Pieces
I know what you expect me to say
I know what I want to say
Instead I put a hand on your shoulder
"Whatever you're going through,
You'll get through it."
The ax slips through your fingers
As the lies slip through my teeth
I blink
The image of me picking up your ax
And swinging it back at you
I blink
The image of me dialing 911
And laughing as you get hauled away
I blink
The image of me finding your house late at night
And chopping down your cherry tree
I blink
I'm patting you on the back
And turning to leave
I watch as you kneel on the ground
Wondering why I'm not
Swinging your ax
Or dialing 911
Or chopping down your cherry tree
I laugh as I see the guilt seep in
Your shoulders slump
Your fingers thread through your hair
Your chin quivers
And I know that this time,
I've won
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Open To Interpretation
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...