My anger at you should not exist
I lost that right, gave it away
long ago, back when life was simple
and we did our best to complicate it,
make it tangle
But it is not you with shrapnel
buried in your heart, your lungs
It is I
You slipped it in between my ribs,
left it there to languish
without me ever seeing it
Ticking time bomb
You gave her the trigger
and pointed to the carnival house
mirror
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