Ripple

Who wouldn’t?

To unlatch my head and let it fall into your hands

the freedom of ignorance

Bliss bliss

Pulsating— riveting bursts of star-hungry energy,

glistening down, rain scented shards of your

soul

body

mind

to douse my head in rebirth

feigned devotion,

clearing the space between my eyes of

Everything;

your nothing, my everything

soaked fresh with the birth of moons and supernovas

Crystal clear mind of ours

Head falling to the ground like clashing cymbals,

Skittering along my skin, pinpricked and exceedingly sharp

obliterating our home of glass

Thundering down, hail of truth

meteors of glass phasing though my very own body

My head screws back on

nails and coffins, or something of the sort

You know me as well as I know myself

or something of the sort