I think about it
all the time
About how a single crack in my pillars
could be the end of it all
I could chisel a blood river
into my thighs,
and feel the currents empty life from me
as I stood tall, the building not collapsing as I disappear
Everything still holds without me.
@ angel rosen
Chilling. Passionate declaration of self-destruction are one thing, but this is a calm, almost analytical statement. The imagery is powerful, almost painful to read.
I hope it’s not how you really feel. There’s no such thing as surplus population. Who else could have written this?