I...flipped out. I became a monster.
My anger was a wave, my disregard took me under.
I had no mercy. No feeling.
How predatory. How robotic.
I was as dense as metal, though demure as gunpowder.
Yet, efficient as a blade through his helpless lace.
But in this reality,
as delicate as the blade and lace, am I.
Why don't you write as often?
ReplyDeleteYour writting, It makes me feel like i am not alone.