Blast Radius

I cast aside the useless habits of my orange past,

It’s glow fading like the afternoon:

An improbable shard that I hold in my hand,

Grains fused together inside the sun,

Periphery blackened,

the clock hanging frozen and limp from the wall.

Holding a rag over my mouth,

Stepping inside this hollow chamber,

Arranged carefully,

Fragments of blood on a pedestal.

And I grasp my head,

knowing this legacy will always persevere,

TRINITY GLASS.