The Decay Rate of Life

By Christopher Rupley

Enrich me like
uranium,
consistently decaying
at a slow,
steady,
yet arduous pace

A powerhouse of
might,
if only my thoughts
could reach fissionable
potential,
each broken down
for what they’re
truly worth

And find me a
place to lie
forever while
I deteriorate,
become undone,
and become one
with the whole of
existence

And when it’s all
said and done,
don’t be mad if I blow
up in your face…

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