neither
recused
nor
excused
the culpability in
crushing collusion
leaving little
but windswept
shrapnel in the
form of a heart
embedded in
the headboard
where swollen
dreamcatchers
drip pent up bile
scorchmarks on
the bedpost and
another nightmare
cast in flesh
then loosed upon
the frightened villagers

i am a pinball
rejected
reflected
desperate to go home
in a world filled
with distractions
bright lights
loud sounds
all serving to
deny safe passage
through a warzone