People
can snap apart like twigs
It’s
the way the cookie crumbles
The
way the starartist dies, alone in a hotel room in Detroit
People’s
voices no longer reached him
He
was floating out in space with no anchor to remind him of his frailties
It
sucks when all the air is sucked from your body and your consciousness caves in
on itself like a condemned building or hostile takeover
We
mustn’t forget we’re human to a fault and when that fault’s disconnected all
hell can and will break loose
In
the eye of the storm don’t forget to look up for Heavenly Aid because looking within
doesn’t always do the trick
What
if he woke up in the middle of a night terror and realized he was the enemy he’d
been sleeping with this entire time?
People
can break apart too easily in a perfect storm
Thunder
and lightning the pyrotechnics we desire to separate us from the other animals
in this suburban jungle of waste and squalor
Even
superstars get tired and need to come down from the day to day and sometimes
the only way to do that is by altogether removing themselves from the game
Charles Cicirella
5/18/17
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