a sudden thaw
Note to self:
no fuse is the right fuse to rip from a ticking bomb.
Dire was the punishment I sought for what I couldn't fix
barren, the horizon I graveled towards,
and instead of commiseration, the clank of bare teeth;
mine, no other's.
Took solace in holograms
and grief as my religion,
nestling in lacerations
made with love for hate's sake.
But then she spoke
and humanity came rustling in
pouring life into my shriek-streamed silences.
