Destructive

I am reactionless, full of naive gaze, like the candy bar vending machine glowing its yellow-green glow. Unflinching, I move around the girl's body, as though it were a statue of sanitary laws, bidding my removal. I will to remove. I will to place my palm upon. Engendered into believing our history would play it cool. Six years of struggle and enjoyment, disaster and achievement. The lark will carry me to my car, the ignition key dangles like its nape. Where has that concentration gone? Blank and beautiful, and uncontrollably controlled. You are hard-wired to mute, shove, evade, and destroy.