the view from up here

it’s 6am

you still haven’t slept

and the day was a literal battlefield

your grip tightens on the slingshot

that is your heart

and one eye squints down


it’s not like you don’t know what you want

the target is set

lined up

straight shot center

but the ammo is you


and as you await the next catapult

you question

whether or not

the view from up here is worth

splattering on dirt

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