B is for The Price of Sharing

i knew that guy!

he held the doors that held back the floods.

he arched his back

and stretched out his arms

against the sturdy wood

and died.

to self.

died to protect his world from the damning dam.

and when the waters finally seeped through

his friends brought buckets.

and he moved

this son moved

the other one son stayed

pushing the torrent and the torment BACK...

but this one son moved.

and the water feasted on all their bodies.

thus the price of sharing me

26:11:2012

Tracy .j. H

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