if i knew where her anguish resides
l. ward abel
then I’d go and carpet bomb the place.
There would be no trace of darkness
in all that brilliant light.
From the outside, she is perfection.
But a seed confuses her,
maybe something from me. I’d
take a bullet for her, jump off
a cliff in a heartbeat to ensure
her happiness. This doesn’t
solve the problem, though.
I’m not sure what can.