The train pulled out of the station platform.
I read a book as the train rumbled on.
The server brought me a cup of coffee.
I put the cup to my lips and sipped it.
The coffee felt warm inside my stomach.
It felt nice in contrast to the cold air.
It did nothing to as far as waking me.
My eyes struggled to stay open to read.
The words changed before my eyes in the book.
It was like I was reading a dream book.
A story about the rise of fascism,
became a story about a romance.
Ben fell madly in love Melissa.
He loved her blonde, wavy, cascading hair.
He loved the aggressive way she kissed him.
He loved how powerless he felt with her.
She was a goddess above all others.
The whole world should be made to worship her.
Humanity would be better for it.
Whoever does not should be cast away.
The more that worshipped, the farther she was.
She became less real as her altar rose.
Soon she got so high she had to fall down.
When Melissa fell, she landed on Ben.
She lied dead on top of him, crushing him.
All he had now the grand memory.
The fantasy of beauty and power.
And the terror of that hot, angry kiss.
