when someone wakes, what drives them? an insatiable fear, i hope.
one that requires you to do better, these days. i think if the sorry folks we all deal with would be a little more scared of the oblivion, we’d be a bit better off w/ them in that disposition.
what makes a man?
what drives one to kill?
where do i stand on the forwardness of a dagger w/ no strength to thrust into another, ever again?
and why do i keep sharpening it, like something would ever happen.
instead, with no dissonance on my part.
I had a guard to drop, so I shattered it instead.
I took them in, right as the execution of my safety began to fade. I felt its cold. All its overbearing weight, grief...how it twitched to the down beats of my heart, in opposite - the offbeat, the inverse, the cracks in between me. It filled those - me…up.
-alice eliza
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