Poetry: Nuclear winter in a snow globe

Kind of a follow up to Other people’s blood. Not intentionally written to be a sequel or a resolution or whatever it might be, but that’s how it happened. Whatever was being processed has been processed.

you expect the world to hurt you
because the world has hurt you
as if you ever met a pattern you
couldn’t pick apart and rearrange

when you walk with fists raised
no-one tries to hit you, but
also, also no-one sees you smile

and when you meet a gentler soul
someone else’s or some
lost part of your own
you reach out and

no

but

you were only going to offer comfort
you were only going to sweep away a tear
you were only going to say it’s not your fault

(none of this is your fault)

some bridges did need to be burned
and some earth did need to be scorched
but you can’t carry nuclear winter
in a snow globe
forever

(there is no such thing as forever)

i’m not saying break things
because don’t, please
enough has been broken

i’m just saying
let yourself ask
let yourself need

you can’t unshatter mirrors
but still, deep water reflects
as well as glass

water, i mean
not ice

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