Threats: Known or Imagined
Your heart is a machine built for alienation. You see me in a distorted reflection, a clone of what you thought you wanted, gift wrapped and gaily ,a bow crossing my midsection, an apple in my mouth. Oh my young armed and desperate males, my cannibals, my darling ethicists know that disaster is upon us. Our hearts are snarled, our clouds are angry, we are living in the bull’s eye. They have studied our pathology, our entertainment, the bits of life we have left behind. It is a shallow, shallow grave. It is a foiled prison break. It is an empty ocean.