POWDER

So soft that it hurts. So strong that it kills.
So fast that it culminates and so agile that it cheats.
They're the powders of the powders of days and the nights.
They're the games of the games of the woman and the man.
They're abuses and lies and damned poems.
That tempt and break and shout and murder.
They're the lives of the death with a perforated septum.
They're the shadows of the souls that fought for their destruction.
It is the fury that fascinates the innocent eyes.
It is the "role that fiver" that assassinates your life.
-de Monet