he wilts under your gaze
like oil-pressed roses
threatening to drip
through the thinly-veiled cloth;
with a sense of sarcasm so loud
that it clogs his ears with screams
until all he can hear are
the repeats of his failures.
ripping out dragonfly wings;
extracting pollen from bumblebee legs;
tearing wings from butterfly skeletons.
this is why you’re here
this is what the world has in store for you -
to bring yourself up
by bringing others down
to lap at the ocean waves
while kicking others to drown
to sing out melodies of gorgeous static
while choking the rest who try with bloodied fingertips
at this point,
you should just gouge your eyes out
if you’re so insensitive
to
all the pain you have caused on this earth