Playing Superman

Here’s a different perspective on the accident from Memory on Mute: 

The big, white dresser with nine drawers

Stood in front of me as I cried

My sister screamed for my mother

While I looked down at my red-painted hand


The next thing I knew

Mother held me in her lap

Wiping my tears away as she said

“The blood is all gone now.”


Before long, I laid in bed

With a square bandage on my head,

Looking at the corner lap

That lit up the dresser, the culprit

As the light faded, and I went to sleep

I knew I’d never play our game again


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