The richest girl in town. (fightingwords) wrote,
The richest girl in town.
fightingwords

Mutually assured destruction.

There's a rumor that I'm
a pipe bomb, a wad of C4,
a stick of dynamite.

It's the way I've seemingly
blown through people,
flesh charred in my wake,
skin burned away, cinders
where hearts used to be.

But anyone who's studied physics
knows that every force
has an equal and opposite force.
No human being could survive
such explosions intact.
And yet, I'm still here.

Regardless of whose hand
is on the shiny red button,
I'm ready: eyes open, breath quick,
waiting for the world's
quietest implosion.
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