Beautiful and fragile, Standing in the distance:
She is easily broken and you wonder
On impulse, with total direguard for her
you pick of the first stone
It is heald in fear
Cold and shaking the stone is released with
Momentum
And Destructive purpose
Avil in the air
She is resiliant
Your blind anger grows
You pick up your jealousies, in your angry palm
You throw; she starts to break down
You have found her breaking point
Alive with excitement, hurting her makes you seem stronger
You throw your anger, dependancy and hatred until
Nothing is left
For a moment you were Euphoric
When the structure was weak, you pounced
Fragile no longer
You watched her fall

by AK