I grind.
I grind through deadlines and nugs, turning everything into smoke or gold
Grinding teeth, grinding gears, grinding monday mornings into dust
Grinding apologies into ash before they even leave my mouth
I grind on life
I grind on the fools who tell me to “just calm down,”
They ask for calm.
I give them thunder
My grind is sharp
Sharp enough to cut glass
Sharp enough to cut me
Depends on the day
This post was edited by KillerAngel on Mar 20 2026 02:29am