A poem I wrote at the DMV

"Fire on The Molecular Level"


Painfully aware of her demons, yet too tired to run
Face to face with his bleak secrets, yet still coming undone
Two worlds heading for collision with nothing to hasten the speed
Itching for release in slow motion while bound by their haunted needs
Spinning in cycles through every inch of her subconscious ghost, the one you want the most
Forsaken to fade over the flesh of his vessel as the infinite host, only to alter this eternal pose without fear or juxtapose
No longer a dream, no longer a hoax
Set the fire on repeat, ablaze everything once known
Repeat...