A Bomb.

2-1-09
I am holding in my hands a bomb ready to explode.
With my hands I will protect everyone as I’ve always done.
I thrust the bomb through my chest
And let my heart, my soul suffer in place of the entire world.
Cracked bones and bleeding organs are nothing if no-one knows.
Lucky the explosion ripped out my tongue
Or I would be screaming at the top of my struggling lungs.