Rebound

literally rebounding in my poetry writing with a new poem.

Rebound

I only remember the good-byes,
face flat on the floor with sweat
and scars indented like tire treads,
my own skin biting at my flesh
as I pick my scabs until I am red,
warning signs of an early death,

death by the rebound,
they get up so fast,
throwing the second jab
while I am still reeling
down to the ground,
am I an organ donor,
did they not take all
that my body had to give,

all of the toys I had as a kid
sold as vintage at the thrift,
they brand me with a price,
an ear tag as if I am cattle,
call me schizophrenic,
but they are herding me
off to the machine
to get rid of me,

they are ordering 
the people to skip town
and tear the houses down,

but I am a poltergeist,
hear the sound of my feet
grounding into the dirt
of the front yard
of the house
that I have never left,
and I will never leave.

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