Bird
bloated corpse of a concrete-colored sky
ripped in half by something alive
excessively alive
a blight on empty air
Self-progression
Pain - Expression - I.
songs to live by
pillars on the old, old road
on the way forward
from the way backward
built in mineral - strong, sequentially, and slanted
by imperfect minds, now dust.
the continuous line of work of man
forms an asymptote of immortality
Creativity
urge then action then judgement.
soft segregations into
good v bad
woe v rage
proximal v distal
easy to lose the lust
small bursts of ejaculate
splatter ineffectually on plastic
Would you rather
Would you rather die in a fire or by drowning or by Disgust, literally.
Disgust.
And what would it take.
To what.
Be that disgusted.
Something worth killing me, something with the actual power, a thing I didn't have the power to stop and the weight of shame crushes my chest like a bag of cement.
Like what.
A bag of cement.
No, like what would that disgusting thing be.
No, like what would that disgusting thing be.
Oh I dunno.
So you live.
