Celeste Seek Shelter Now
Ordinarily, death seems out of reach
Never considering whether you are within reach
Protected by a ton of metal and plastic, by policy, law, and mother
So why do I want to watch
In awe in shock in the realization that you are soon to be dead
Knowing and watching and doing nothing about it
The spectacle that is breaking news
The adult I never thought I would be
Right here right now, wallowing within nihilist questioning
Is this the real?
Is this how I should feel?
Watching you die