Innate Devastation

I exhale oxygen –

a tunnel of air to cool

my coffee.


I watch the liquid ripple,

and the light it reflects

shudders and scatters


like a diamond, cut

and shattered.

I destroy the light with my lungs.


I obscure the glass

as I breathe and

look at the stars.


Pinpricks of silver, cut –

diamonds again – into

ebony satin.


Cold encroaches,

the pane misted white.

I damage the night with my breath.


Is that all we

are? – Beings who have

the power


to dismember and

disarm life,

just by breathing?

I'd love to know your thoughts.

Eleantris :)