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Pelt Me
He crushed my heart with a rock
on our hot sidewalk
when I was too young to withhold
every ounce of my love seeping
into those cracks to live with
the ants, grubs and earthworms
who returned season after season
to show me renewal was possible.
But that heavy purge was real
as I linger in the sunny places
drained, ready to turn heel when
stones or sticks could be flung.
I wish I had the courage to overcome
hatred from the misunderstood young.
Pelt me, if you must. I'll try
not let this purulent blood run.
8.28.21
Thinking about the first cut is the deepest, while writing to song.
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