DANGEROUS PEOPLE
for u, know who u are, shall remain without a damn, repeatedly STALKING me; get out of my life. Dangerous People What dream do we throttle till it coughs black smoke between clenched fists? What truth survives the forked tongue that braids the lie no witness trusts? You call this presence. Silence dons consent like second skin. The broken chain still scrapes the concrete of the brain. The plane ripped from the sky etches one white wound, bent across the blue. Flame locked in ice still gnaws its glassy cage. Tears you never shed calcify behind the eyes. We log the flaws: wildfire chewing ridges, hurricane’s lash and dangerous people—those who gorge on hate, who carve the world to zero-sum arithmetic. Earth flares while heaven holds, then vomits freight of acid rain on everything we’ve built. We fall upward through the thinning air, chasing star-maps scored in a past life, as if eternity were razor stair we climb on timelines whetted like a knife. Fool, you thought contr...