You will drink the kool-aid, looking
for some answer as to why your veneer,
desecrated, requires an eternity to heal.
and an olive branch is only that,
(a frail twig which will soon snap)
No escape because I refuse it.
Is this what it means to be human? An
epiphany for every night, gasping, gulping
breath, sweat clinging to your edifice
blossoming fractures within your chest?