Crush.
Like a fist to the heart.
Seeing a soul for the first time,
Unbound by expectation.
Held in the palm.
Crushed.
A thousand skulls,
Piled at the base of the monument.
Trophies of war,
Challengers who already lost.
Crushing.
The weight of the ocean,
Sitting on igneous rock.
Volcanic histories,
Granite islands float on lava.
Crusher.
Sweeping all away,
Easy slaughter.
Cremated to ash,
No sign of your insolence remaining.
Crush.
Heart flutter.
Who’s this?
How?
Where did you come from?
