Kryptonite

There's always that question in my mind. I don't want to jump to conclusions; say something that even I'm not sure of. I don't want to take leadership, responsibility, hardship. Part of life but yet..

constructing catastrophic collisions

punch me in the face hard enough

to knock me out for a small piece of time and space,

so I can rearrange these thoughts up inside my brain and then obliterate them in a shower of sparks and flame

to destroy all I'm sick of in the process of shame

 

competing chaotic construed illusions

burn me to a crisp.

my hand is slotted to my face,

back bent over like I'm cradling

what's left inside of me.