Tiny venomous darts from lesser foes don’t kill you instantly, but exhaust you to death. Endgame is the same. Never disregard the petty man.
It comes as a distraction, and stays as a habit.
I’ve built my house on a ragged cliff,
Out of steel & stone.
Its base is deep, its walls are though,
but the ground I chose was wrong.
The aim of a near-death experience is to absolve you of a near-life experience.
Silver beings of dubious origins & faint intentions,
living in a shoebox underneath my unmade bed,
peopling my dreams, devouring sunlight.
Liberation comes when we let go of our need for immortality.
A bullet traveling in slow motion, the love that might have been.
Shallow grave of extraordinary circumstance.
A murdering cold gun.