is like swallowing a firecracker
and not knowing where the burn in my throat comes from.
you are a landmine and I
am the uncertain nomad teetering between two borders -
the truth and the placatable.
one small touch and the two of us
are blown into the sky, into
incomprehensible little pieces
which upon contact with the clouds
brings hail,
the kind that scars.

everytime I think
I’ve reached the clouds with you,
they dissolve into a million
tiny water droplets and we find ourselves
s
         c
a    t
             t
e
r         e
    d
amongst the fallen shards of the sky.

but just as we thought this was the end again -
everytime we hit rock bottom,
the ground opens up
and we find ourselves
f
a
l
l
i
n
g.