subtrahends dont come back

he was the only thing you could sip pain from
came back fully fledged
i have found the dream you hated, i have picked its grave clean
and you wished for another backwards embrace
fists opened up to new vaults, and hatred unlocked the gates



now the floors amiss slide under your soles
chanting under the storm, rias turn to quicksands when the tide is out
and you scorn the idea of caring
timeless as always, sorrow glows red on snow
from beams of quicksilver falling from molten blades
the glitter of sunlit nights is the one your blood quenches



in the end, you’ll boil down to clots
no matter what, no matter who
( enjoy your anger, hit while you still can )

(pencils on paper, snow on naked skin, blown speakers, sound in wires, f2.8 lens wide open but still not wide enough to let in enough light, even at ISO3200, because some things are just not graspable)