“Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together. ” -Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing
Sucker punch my heart break
burst open my cocoon too soon,
rainstorm my rib cage,
and wrinkle my veins.
Rearrange the furniture in my head.
You must be a landmine, blasting apart
in order to put yourself back together.