The Virus of People

the darkness unfurls in ribbons. pieces of when we don't remember. particles of matter that are lost.

the purple flowers still bloom in the grass. the wind still chafes the fences. but we are dead. have been for longer than we care to admit.

the edge stares back at us. unafraid. unconvinced. there is anything to salvage. we can jump. we can stay put. either way. it makes no difference.

the kite string unravels. as it tumbles toward the sun. we drown in the yellow. we seethe in the conflict. that the blame is ours.

we rage at the pillars of freedom. feral dogs unclipped from their leashes.

it's not a puzzle to be solved. it's evolution.

we are the disease.