i know it’s not
great
but it could’ve
been worse
you see, i need to
write to give vent
lest i just burst
and spew your world
with swirling
toxic black ink
melancholic
that’ll block out
your sun and overturn
your fragile world idyllic
or erupt into a
morbid miasma of ash
that’ll tear apart
your world smug and petty
and shake your
convictions and beliefs and
leave you
floundering for your reality
so for your sake
and mine
shall we just call
a truce
and, do you mind
if i just continue?
