A Tax

Fear is overtaking me.
This land mine mind, and your tripwire hairs.
The taste of gunpowder on your lips.
Why does my sight unfurl in these moments of desperation?
Careening towards the precipice,
the plummet I have faced a thousand times.
I can only apologize when I am in shambles on the floor.
And I will destroy myself before I can
destroy myself, before I destroy myself.