“Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t”
– Lady Macbeth, “Macbeth”, William Shakespeare

You’re a curse sent
by the universe
disguised and hidden:
but there.
A path I’ve crossed by fate
merging with mine in this moment
to form this road
lined with dried leaves of
dishonesty,
betrayal,
lies.
Strangers to each other;
two nobodies
colliding with each other.
Large meteors soaring towards
life, a powerful force
of destruction.