anxiety kicks down the door and holds you at gunpoint- he, who is the most unforgiving of all, does not care where you come from, what you’re doing, who you’re with. he hijacks the system. he takes over the plane you were trained to fly. he is a terrorist who you cannot escape from and you cannot imprison.
but he doesn't smoke turns out his pockets and is shot dead in a pool of misplaced caution tinged red veins expelling voices garbling until there is darkness because there is no heaven and there is no hell
there's only the misplaced caution of a man who never smoked in a world of gunpoint and demand.