Sterilized and breaking through
The plastic bubble wrap so binding me.
Ready for the world, it seems you find me
Lacking.
As always.
And now can you find a way
To close and latch that
Acerbic, draconic gate that lets so much
Acid into my already burning eyes?
Look into your crystal ball, and predict me.
Can you dance your way through the corridors of years
And break against the door at the end?
What waits inside is what I am and
What you hate.
And now dust the chalk on your hands and
Take hold of that high bar.
Twist and warp your mind like you do.
Project meaningless panes of smoky glass around me.
I’ll break them for you.
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