revenge kills with its touch,

we won't get out alive.

skulldead back
angry veins
head pulled forward
by hands you don't recognize.
hands still glued to whatever instrument strings
are in your arms.
watching the earth vomit fire
onto humanity
like the blood leaking
facetiously from your gums.
you know what it tastes like
you know what
anger and hatred tastes like.
so i guess that's why you're apathetic
to everyone else.
'cuz they didn't know the flavor
while you were marinating in it.
and yet they still force your compassion out as if you
were a sponge.

you are inhumane.
an empty carcass full of clotted blood and
broken-up heart pieces
that i don't remember seeing before.

you're a simmering
boiling
overflowing
pot of brittleness that i couldn't break even if i took an axe
to your lips.
but you're still so
fragile.

you can't ask me
to keep holding your hand
when i also burn with the world.
when i am also a toilet bowl
for the earth's fire.