Absence and Abundance
You are comfort, soot, poison and professionalism.
Satanic and executive.
Certainty and mystery.
You are innocence and experience.
You hide your stains well.
You are a new moon and an old star.
You are where we find souls, and where we send the bodies.
You are absence and abundance, the beginning and the end.
Crisp
Brilliant bits of death rain down over wet streets. Veins through the city. Setting the pavement aflame.
Soaking through the shirt of a young man in a foreign country who will never see his home again. Eyes glazing over.
Exploding in long fingers of shimmering awe over a sea of upturned faces.
Crackling hungrily, destructive and ceaseless. Consuming everything touched. Life giving and dangerous.
Pounding in my ears when my heart flip flops in my chest.