Eggshells

out from which place that we pretend our greatest courage lies & those fears that eat at us quietly subside, whilst we are constantly being watched by others, constantly undergoing the profoundly wretched curiosity spawned from an overstimulated world & an understimulated amount of psyches roaming the streets looking for a new carcass to feast on--- as they step on eggshells cracking the fragile worlds we have built up for ourselves (a mutual stepping on one another, as mutual as the panopticonic manner by which we self-police one another & sigh gratefully to the state that it wasn’t us who got caught for our dirty little ways, that it wasn’t us who got thrown away today into society’s garbage can & let the key echo down the mine shaft in the dark---as if we’d ever see it again), we crush & melt like snowflakes hitting the warm gumstuck, oilstained, piss covered, beer ridden, pigeon *****on, rat crap & blood laden streets, making our way into the silence like we each had our own paparazzi assigned to destroy us by the rest of us because once you buy into it you’ve sold out yourself & there’s no turning back from watching another burn & being glad it wasn’t you.