Katie B.

Take a Number

We can’t escape pain, take a number 

Your time will come

Like a rod that hits you from behind

Surrendering breath

Willing her way in

Wringing you out like a damp dish cloth

Gnashing her teeth on fibrous bone

Torched, left to fry

Pain sears indelibly

She can leave as quickly as she came

Others, she lingers

Take of her, don’t let pain

Be lost on you

Go forward, give away the good

That remains

Honor renewal, share the hope you thought you’d lost