I'm looking death in the eye and I feel fine
My coldness neutralizes the quiet fire in your violent eyes
And it's concentrated on me
Your pupils are cherry pits filled with cyanide
And I would feel fine
Except you have a car and I don't
You know where I'm going and I have nowhere else to go
I have no phone.
But I am protected by the air around me
And the sky above me
The empty space between us is stronger than bulletproof glass
As long as a sky is above me, I will be fine.
Keep walking.
(I'm only unsafe inside the walls.)
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PoetryI don't know what this is. It's poems that I have written. It's poems that I didn't write. It's old poems. It's new poems. It's happy poems. It's sad poems... Actually, just mainly sad poems.
