you wear grenades on the soles of your shoes
and destroy the ground you walk on
with every step you take
your future winces
recoiling as the debris from your shattered path fires off in every direction
impaling everyone but you
your future
it fears for you.
you wear masks over your masks
no one has ever known you to begin with.
someday somebody will rip them from your face
and then we will see
where the grenades may land
