That biological espresso shot,
Flung from the cannon of my body into itself:
A massive shattering of wood on concrete.
Wrecking ball velocity,
Unhindered by it's obstacle, like a bullet
Through styrofoam.
Ventricles, power-washed with
Cortisol and epinephrine, contort loudly
In one violent gearshift.
Pupils dilated eons ago,
Monstrous expanses of time,
Probably at least 12 to 13 seconds.
They knew to keep a safe distance.
They knew to keep a safe distance.
A moment of quiet,
Meteorological silence, devoid of barometric pressure
And then a second crash:
An implosion of emotional crisis.
Even in a controlled demolition,
The building has no idea what's going on.
Even in a controlled demolition,
The building has no idea what's going on.
How strange
To be completely supine and still require
The full structural range of skeletal muscle exertion,
Tensing almost as if fighting against
The possibility of collapse.