Chaos Dreaming


The bridge is collapsing,

chaos walking,

falling through the same cracks

again and again


She hangs

by stretched-out fingers,

reaching for love in a kaleidoscope

falling rain mocks perfection


His touch like fire,

chaos screaming

until she’s a ghost made of ashes

dangling from a broken cloud


And still she stands

in the storm,



she is the storm,


head bent for the collision,

ready as she’ll ever be,

eyes like ice,

hair like ashes,

face like fire,

chaos dreaming

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Written 12/30/15

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