The Helmet
Only I see
The abandoned helmet
In the middle of a dried out river bed,
Air unzipping quickly ,
Metal teeth exploding
As I crawl like an alligator,
To the other side,
Rocks cutting my chest,
Blood warming my skin,
Bullets jetting overhead.
Oh, brave turtle, lost to me
In a journey to the other side–
I will never be safe.
67Steffen.com 
Leave a Reply