Head Thrown

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/02/14/head-thrown/ "Gripping the ledge, mind falling apart Lift one string, head thrown like a dart The ripples making a scene Tornadoes ripping the seams Walking fast, under the moon, head held down And soon Entering town — But there’s no sound. . . Mind tucked up, aiming eyes The windows closed, to shut out fright The plume of smoke captures lungs The lack of food, starts some fights Yells echo, like ricochet bullets Piercing ears, guns blazing through flesh and fears Don’t look now, you’re in a dream Find out how War entered sleep Now do your eyes see Freely as you peep? Dreaming of walking, and walking while dreaming of talking To the one who Feeds your mind while you sleep?"