Delicate
Destruction was my first invention.
I faded before I could make amends.
Life is a mixture. Courage, glitter, impact,
and glass. 2024 will be brutal. Ash,
blue smoke, and bone fragments.
I’m frightened. So are you. My balance
tipping fucked. The middle is a cleaver.
The end is an automatic rifle. Today,
tomorrow, infinity. Greasy promises.
People crack. People sink. People leave.