Evolving Emotions: Trust- Poetry

Pathological

 

A gun to his heart

a bullet struck a rib on its way

to the living room wall

 

I knew a boy

struck by lightening in the third grade

and again in the fourth

 

In April my legs gave way

like a rainy day

I tumbled down the cliffside

 

I suspect she killed her husband

last autumn, in the evening

I heard crunching

 

A beam of light

cut through the tree line

and took the cow across the pier

 

I was birthed speaking

syllabic sentences

and passionate paragraphs

 

My first words were,

“Don’t trust a thing,”

because it’s pathological, I promise

EKArts

Erin Knape is a University of Michigan senior majoring in psychology and minoring in creative writing. Her greatest passion has always been the arts, whether that be writing, painting, or photography. Capturing Campus, a weekly installment of poetry and photography, aims to capture campus life through artistic expression. Dive into Capturing Campus every Sunday!

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