Annihilation

The cloth tears shredding dust unfurling circling towards the ground glinting as the sun slices through the shades burning on each fleek a final glow a most mundane silent explosion The universe tearing apart scattering the stars at high speeds rocks tearing through black turning into space sand things becoming smaller So minuscule there’s no word for what is more minuscule than quarks It’s contrary then That quiet even exists day after day certain things I feel I’m owed a sense of guaranteed control over my destiny, when all I am is the shrapnel of the stars collected together in a precarious cluster a mathematical anomaly of particles that settled together blindly believing they’ll never fall apart.

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