garbage bin explicitly for my poetry

Tick Tick Boom

stand back

i am a ticking time bomb

a grenade in a glass case, and no one's sure when the pin was pulled

i will go off in a flurry of fire and broken glass

unbiased shrapnel sticking itself into anyone near enough to hit

please

stand back

i cannot see the timer on my back

by i know that the number is there

and someday it will hit zero and i will be gone

then anyone who leaned on me for support will have to deal with broken legs and broken hearts that could've been avoided if they had picked someone that was not a brick of c4

i live with the knowledge that i will not last long so i push people away in the hopes of saving them

but instead just shorten my clock

i ask myself if isolation is worth it

but i know that i would never want to hurt those i love

to avoid shards of glass in their skin i watch glass tears on their cheeks as i force them out of my life

so please

stand back of your own accord

and watch the clock tick down