ruin

Choke the smallest kindness, scorch the frozen earth;

do not give the foolish merchant

what it is not worth.

Bury all the letters, burn the soft old shirts.

You will cling to anything

that will become dark dirt.

Nothing soft to stay and soothe,

everything will be abused

by time; so cheat it.

Kill it soon.

© 2018 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.


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