everything's living and dying,
especially us:

peeping toms,
we see flowers wilting
on the window sill,
grass sprouting beneath our feet;
throwing stones
just to see
who can crack reality first.

sirens echoing,
luring young men
to their deaths.
you can try
to
outrun them,
blindly stepping,
c r u n c h i n g:
"isn't it kind
of
disrespectful
to walk on to dead leaves?"
desperate enough
not to care.

peeping tom
sees flowers wilting
on the window sill,
buried remains sprouting beneath his feet.
biting nails
d
  o
   w
     n,
feels like a punishment:
being ******.
"who even
gives a ****?"

everything's living and dying,
especially me.