Senescence

Someone please kill me before I explode into over 7 billion pieces of glass and scatter over all the places anyone has ever deemed a landmark, for someone to discover me or mindlessly stumble over me as they stare up at some soulless, unforgiving structure that seems sturdy and eternal but will one day return to the dust that all things return to when faced with the ever-reaching claws of time If they stumble, their feet will snag on my edges and bleed over the ruins, or perhaps someone will pick me up, shrug, and cast me away again on the assumption that I am simply a piece of something broken and long-forgotten, or maybe the sunlight will bounce off of me at just the right angle and I will gleam in a child's eye and their unconscious attraction to ordinary things with no place in the world will draw them to me and they will pocket me to add to their collection of things they found to have uncategorizable beauty in a world constantly flooring the gas pedal of the fastest car to meet the loving embrace of death while declaring victory or success or some other kind of fulfillment and I will gather dust in a drawer alongside rocks and pebbles and small shells and pieces of lost pottery with chipping paint until everything rots   -Jeremiah Zaeske