The grass does not seem greener on the other side
…of that tattered fence –
In fact, it seems a jungle - a mangled mess…
But through the tangled thorns and vines –
Something shiny caught my eye-
Buried, entwined –a flash of bright …
Like a coin, reflecting sunlight –
A stare, caught in peripheral sight…
And though I neither want nor need…
Still, I’m reaching through the leaves
Cutting, bleeding – just to see…
And as my fingers touch the coin…
Electric courses through my bones –
Excitement from my head to toes-
A strange, sick feeling follo