shrinkwrap

I can be cold,
toxic like the most vicious mold

We'll grow old and look back upon
the whispy silences I implanted
dangerously in the field like
mines for you to dance among,
always wondering where an explosion
would

Violently erupt removing
leaving limbs
and wounds so deep
yet tragedy begets
handsome and from violence emerges

Growth is the container
a package sometimes incorrectly labeled
and sometimes misidentified

Denial the shrinkwrap,
a glossy exterior to
Satisfy our desires to
make this work.....