IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK

Time Bomb

A poem

Photo by Agê Barros on Unsplash

I walk around each day with a ticking time bomb

it sits quietly out of sight
snuggly lodged between my stomach and
my rib cage

sometimes if you get really close you
may even be able to hear it ticking

and I’m not sure what to do with this ticking time bomb

dismantle it or perhaps
just allow it to
tick tick tick until
it inevitably explodes

and my insides are left naked and
exposed on the wall beside you