Untitled XXVI

Afraid.

Read that again.
Let it sink into the
pit of your stomach.

Are you—

Afraid.

So many things.
More than half
burnt stars,
fish prowling
deep seas.

Flippant.

Yes.

Slept many years
under ravenous
mountains, right
between earths
atmosphere
and fiery core.

These ideas tinge
fibers already colored
by shitty reality.

Anger sweeps
through, lightning
biting parched lips.

Afraid.

No.