Kaizo Block*

So much is defined by the shape of our pain.
The scar on my arm where my thumb rubbed through layer after layer of skin.

Mega Man

I learned his patterns, parried his bombs,
got all up in his face, all up in his guts.
If I kept him running, he could never fire.

You Cannot Save Here

My favorite apocalypse
happens halfway through
as in, everything comes down
and you’ve got to keep going