we smash
glass.
in smithereens they scatter
away from each other;
a release of suppressed repulse.
our triumphal celebration,
hosted in rage, all just to prove
that we’re destructive, (too).
but in the end,
we both still hold the crown
of being the most destructed.
in smithereens they scatter
away from each other;
a release of suppressed repulse.
our triumphal celebration,
hosted in rage, all just to prove
that we’re destructive, (too).
but in the end,
we both still hold the crown
of being the most destructed.
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