Ruin

You are the craggy crustacean
Upon the silken sand
Waiting to squeeze with your vices

You are the lone splinter in a rich wood
Hoping to snag the most tender parts
To pierce and linger
To drive deeper with your pain

You are the invisible rock in my comfiest shoe
Making my confident gait
A wretched hobble

You are the smudge on my glasses
Narrowing my view
Blurring my hopeful horizon

You are the drip of sweat down my back
A squirm inducing sensation
Waiting to leave your squalid stain

You are one word too many
A devastating crash
Rendering kindness an insincerity

You are good intentions spoken from ignorant mouths
Adept at both annihilation and blissful oblivion
Patting yourself on the back before crowds of fallen faces

You are ruin