Super Duper Poetry Vol. 1 February 2015 | Page 9

Pain
 Stake

I
 buried
 it
 all

under
 that
 patch
 of
 land.

Every
 bad
 memory

I
 ever
 had.

Raising
 my
 chin

the
 way
 I
 would
 raise
 a
 flag.

Inch
 by
 inch

digging
 that
 wooden

stake

into
 the
 past.

By
 B.R.
 Glasswater

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