A Path

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.