Embrace Me/Back Away
There's a bright star hidden from sight - an existential darkness blankets a crowd with hate-kissed faces. Haunted by scorn, the flames from their torches whisper destruction into the air. I cry out to the mob to be calm, but no one is laughing. Nobody's laughing here. They'd rather scratch their ears until they bled and their weary knuckles fell to the ground, covered in carmine trails. Frantic echelons of contempt form ranks and abruptly halt, perched at the top of my throat. They are given no signal to storm that brittle frontier. Soon enough, scenes of violence play out on the broken down stage of suburbia and I wonder if it's all just a ruinous game. Time passes and their marching orders lay scrunched on the sidewalk, soon forgotten, just like me: my own indivisible self.