Once I thought I was broken.
I had forgotten how to count
the swaying person in front of me;
Layering herself under blankets of
nightfall and vodka and smoke,
She stole kisses of familiarity but
never remembered the taste.
Once I thought I was destroyed.
Did you know, that grey can be
intoxicating, unravelling, unnerving?
She can wear it like a bandage;
its salve poisonous to the touch.
Patient zero squared away, contained
and endlessly multiplying underneath.
And now I think I am ready.
A smile, a curve, a tongue,
the weapons I wield are deadly.
My nerves are calm within chaos,
destruction no longer frightens me.
I aimed for invincibility, landed at
the intersection of reckless and poised.