tralfamadorians

I had this workshopped in the creative writing class I took one semester. I wrote it because in my mind I thought it would be interesting to write something kind of honoring Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five, which is my favorite book of all time. I actually have "So it goes" tattooed on my foot. But anyway. This is what came of that. I've never really titled it.

the cuts and bruises from where you've touched me
burn and then fade
to faint white lines
that will never open again
and that i will forget about
and i will move on.
and you will be happy again.
so it goes.

you will be happy and i-
will continue to fade
watching from a distance
my heart frozen, ivory and blue
trudging through the snow
a prisoner of your war.
and when i finally break through
and get past your lines
and cross them as i have so many times before
i will run as far as i can, free
finally free
and i will be happy again.