She said, as in a joke, as in a statement.
and i hiccupped to the little bird to say,
the thought, it had crossed my mind...
to go quietly in no man's land,
that neutral place.
to leave what isn't mine behind,
to take what is.
to finish with my blood on no one's hands,
i confessed, the thought,
it had crossed my mind.
and the bird, she flew away
as i walked on toward nothing.