rhetorical questions/rant (towards no one in particular)

flighty flightless broken toes

balanced on a spread of

smeared righteousness

fear spinning down the fire bar uneven bar

lands both feet cracked against the

curl of a lipped regret for all the wrong things

shamefulness lingering

caverns explored in caution like tiptoeing through

quicksand

hatred only being reasonable when

“justified / understandable / living on /”

when were musings enough to carry a conversation?

painting this idyllic photo i can’t believe

do you deny yourself your humanity?

do you exist without all the ordinary vices?

does existing with a prefrontal cortex guarantee you a path to being ‘human’?

is hate ever allowed to be unreasonable when the circumstances allow it?

do you pretend to be superior?

are you only admitting your mistakes so you’re on the higher ground?

how do you know? how is this not a lie?

can't every action be construed as selfish?

are you only wrong when you allow yourself to be?

what right do you have to be spewing all this bullshit like you’re some kind of saint?

have i turned into a villain? am i to be yelled at, us be damned?

how fast will i fall without you to support me?

those people those people what’s the goddamn difference between us and them?

tell me

being civil like i'm worth your disdain but not your anger

who the hell do you think you are?

i lay awake at night

tracing the cracks in my knuckles, asking myself these questions

and all the other things i can't

unblinklingly smile and think about a little bit

damn

what a hypocrite i am