Throwing that
Big black box
of wires
off
of the bridge
felt right.

It felt

Liberating,

Invigorating.

The pavement hugged the box,
Embraced the wires
Like a mother adores her son
Perhaps the one thing
In the past year
That I have come to
find irresistible
Or even relish in?
Destroying something.
For some reason
In that one moment of catharsis,
Each and every
Tiny piece
Seems so connected,
So perfect,
Yet it does not hesitate to

Break

Crumble

And I am in charge of fate.