Microscope

when I am just so cold,
left by the keepers of my air,
stolen, stepped on and wasted

the rain freezes on my skin and evaporates on the floor, the circulating steam gathers on my eyebrows as frost,
everywhere I go is a tundra I am a freezing oasis,
I am a chilling ice, impersonal and unknowable,

I see the water rising...

but I am chained here,
and as much as I rattle and scream and roar,
the chains are spine soldered straight,
frozen and told not to move,

I could just leap from this window
throw myself to the ground and be be free for the three point seven seconds it would take me to reach the ground,
I've calculated and mulled it over,

I will freeze, my home will flood, and I'll never see the hills that surround this place,
so green, pristine trees tall and proud,
while I sit here and crumble, crumpled to the floor, fingers curled fist pounding
pose suggesting hopelessness when I've not even fought,
there is no battle, there is just a surrender

there wasn't even a bluff,

the keepers just left and I caved,
and this whole city caved with me,

no bullet wounds, just time
just memories,

bitter smiles and dusty dreams,

just the result of the quietest cataclysm,


a silent genocide,


a scream-less death,

microscopic murderings,