The radiator clicks like a hammer on a rail.
Evolutionary triggers fail.
I’ve gripped that ledger with white-knuckled hands
while the logical veneer cracks and brands.
Not spiritual. Not some “good man” act.
Just biology surrendering to fact.
Malice has weight—structural lead,
filling cavities where soft tissue lies.
The cost of release. The price of peace.
Internal pressure finally ceases.
Fuck morality. Fuck the divine.
I’m paying the debt with the physical line.
Forgiveness strikes. Forgiveness swings.
I’m doing everything I want.
It forgives everything I’ve done
and takes what little peace remains.
Radius. Ulna.
The weight of grievance I finally dismissed
cost me the armor, cost me the shield,
left a scar I’ll carry long after I’m healed.
Reciprocity—a bastard, mechanical law—
caught in the middle of a physical claw.
Losing leverage. Losing height.
Swallowed in cold and chemical night.
Blueprint charred. Circuit blown.
I’m the architect of this fire I’ve sown.
Tangled in a biological wire,
riding kinetic energy, manual force, higher.
The price is ego. The price is pride.
Watching magnificent sanity die.
Marrow red. Engine hot.
Taking every piece of peace I’ve got.
PULL. STRIKE. BREAK. FEED.
Watch the magnificent logic bleed.
I’m paying the price. I’m paying the debt.
The only goddamn thing I haven’t paid yet.
Floorboards cold. Light a stain.
Mercury rising in the vein.
Forgiven. Forgotten. Shut it down.