Toxic

But

wouldn’t (you) rather die knowing that

you impacted the world?

(forget) the risks and recalls.

if death is inevitable,

why does it matter (that) the toxic waste expelled from the creations of our wild imaginations is suffocating us?

i’d much rather breathe in the odorous stench of my own (courage) and creativity than take in the sweet fragrance of an automatic blessing.

wouldn’t you rather die knowing

you (left) the world with something great…

instead of savoring your last breath only to realize that

the world was still great when (you) left?