Having something to lie about-
“Nothing is ever enough”,
Pulling the grass from the ground.
Its rigid but yielding texture,
sticking to my fingertips.
so dearly invoking
I am met with a wall of ice
and unwavering apathy
and am reminded that I am not fire.
bask in the thought of being as one with heat and wind as i feel the earth shift and swallow the fear of nothingness that surrounds me in the night, what glorious monster i am in the dark is made thin in the light and then nothing by my own eyes