Put your brain in a refrigerator,
Let ice cubes be its neighbors;
Though you’re made of ice and crystals,
You can still break or thaw
By the coldness of a wet flame,
Or the strike of a fiery hammer.
I can see the arrows raining all over you;
Hear the cracks,
Like glasses falling on the floor.
You cry out all your milk,
The same your mother fed to you,
And acid from your stomach
Burns the blades of grass on the garden:
The roses are a witness to your demise.
Red balloons burst in your brain—
These are all your memories,
Slowly revived and killed forever one by one,
As if the closeness of goodbye
Made you breathe a perfume of remembrance
Down your air highways,
The scented planes crashing hard
Against your lungs;
And to die, all you must do
Is be alive.
Author notes
Hmm this is just me thinking about the delicateness of human life... man is perfect in every way but still so breakable.....
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