eggshells

out from which place that we pretend our greatest courage lies &

those fears that eat at us quietly subside,

whilst we are constantly being watched by others,

constantly undergoing the profoundly wretched

curiosity

spawned from an overstimulated world &

an understimulated amount of psyches roaming the streets

looking for a new carcass to feast on---

as they step on eggshells

cracking the fragile worlds we have built up for ourselves

(a mutual stepping on one another, as mutual as the panopticonic

manner by which we self-police one another & sigh gratefully to the

state that it wasn’t us who got caught for our dirty little ways, that it

wasn’t us who got thrown away today into society’s garbage can &

let the key echo down the mine shaft in the dark---as if we’d ever see it

again),

we crush & melt like snowflakes hitting the

warm

gumstuck, oilstained,

piss covered, beer ridden,

pigeon s**t on, rat crap &

blood laden streets,

making our way into the silence

like we each had our own paparazzi

assigned to destroy us by the rest of us

because once you buy into it

you’ve sold out yourself &

there’s no turning back from

watching another burn &

being glad it wasn’t you.