red ball of hate
where has all the snow gone? the light in the
hallway has gone out; the pine needles are
dripping dark viscous blood that mixes with
the black mud below; the birds do not try
to fly away from the tornado on
the horizon. i leave pieces of me
everywhere i go, little black holes that eat
through everything around them. every day,
the sun grows a little larger, shines a
little redder, bears down a little more
on us. the concrete goes soft, bubbles, melts.
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