Written April 30, 2020

it is only a matter of time
before we are black and white
photographs on a 
pixelated screen

we should only be so lucky

if we sink our teeth
into unrefined soot
what will be left to do
but to darken the page
with insanity

history is a canvas
splattered and blotched
with foamy inculcations 
for the masses to chew

nauseating naïvety 
it was looked at as
wonder
drool 
the elixir of life
the meaning is there
but shrouded in roses
and smoke

we gaze innocently
through a prism
of refracted truths

we will shatter

Shards © Safira Schiowitz