Neon light pulls her apart
Until the skin is stretched taught
The screams in her throat melted like sweet taffy
Into a hurricane of speeding photons
She thought it would be the darkness
She thought it would be monsters
But monsters are brighter in the face
Of a cosmic electric discharge
That splits the stratosphere in two
Than the ones who hide, cower in shadows
Have never tasted the brilliance of sunlit liberty
And may have never been
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
