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 :)