epi_writes: constructing destruction.
Watching you unravel me
spying on a creator destroying
someone else’s catastrophe.
(now i know there’s beauty in destruction, too.)
nails flying, ripping through boards and skin,
& layer after layer of yellowed wallpaper
riddled with childish poetry misinterpreting love.
someone’s gonna be a casualty of
to tear down & rebuild again.
but there’s beauty in…
a needed destruction,
only possible because it is lacking love.
lacking carefulness and fearfulness of
fearfulness (that ugliness), it’s a casualty too:
of being poured into
of being the thing that keeps them together
of being kept together.
Watching you unravel me,
destroy someone else’s
gotta be a casualty.