So this is the end. A teardrop on a match, Life was insignificant, but enough to extinguish me. You burned me, Set me on fire, and then blew me out. I always knew this would happen,
I am no longer shocked by blood. Scissors scratch what shouldn’t be touched. (How much metal can I insert under my skin?) I lack the surgeon’s skill of precision,
Salty air pelts his face with coarse winds, Each granule bitter in its velocity; tiny teeth and claws Riding on the sea air. Feathers must offer protection