can you see yourself?
the dull acid dripping
off your tongue with every word you murmur -
merely allusions of misery.
and that storm cloud you carry around with you on such a
short leash - as if being struck by a single sun beam would burn you
to the ground in an instant
but you are bright enough to put the stars out on the street and
send the moon running.
and in a race with the galaxies, you could surely win
if you wanted to.
true agony
is watching you put out your own light.