the mind is a terrible time machine;
The memories of how are so achingly present, their bitter shards colour everything.
Is is really so surprisingly that death begets death?
An eye for an eye.
Because it was not one person, but rather life, that slighted you.
You are an emotional horticulturalist,
And an arsonist.
But you always hold the match too close.
Dowse yourself.
Be careful not to miss the cheap seats.
