Polmegranate

A malfunction in the code.
You said something about fingerprints
And how they consume you.
Perfect. Unique. Insignificant.

The sidewalks dissolved,
Stained by your tears,
The cracks no one thought were worth fixing.
We thought. They thought.

You were the result of a still.
The world stopped breathing the day you were born,
The day your soul choose existance.
Ever since then, you've known things that
shouldn't have been known.

Like spring. Like spring.