As kinetic chaos surges,
Each atom flings outward,
From my marrow’s middle,
Toward the gates of my skin.
The brittle shell
holding me together
Threatens to burst,
While the entropy
pinging down my limbs
commands me into motion.
Boiling toward a peak within,
the cigarette clenched in hand
Becomes my means to bleed it.
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 8:13 PM UTC
As kinetic chaos surges,
Each atom flings outward,
From my marrow’s middle,
Toward the gates of my skin.
The brittle shell
holding me together
Threatens to burst,
While the entropy
pinging down my limbs
commands me into motion.
Boiling toward a peak within,
the cigarette clenched in hand
Becomes my means to bleed it.
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