There is no hanging mass of radiation to hurt my eyes when I wake
Only the echoes of silence can be heard bouncing off the rocky surroundings
The umbilical cord of entrapment had been severed
The star topology points towards the land mentioned by Moses
The heinous deeds of my doing are my boarding pass
The only passenger as I fly from the cliff of cataclysm
We met at Hell’s bridges
At a quarter past six
My body torn and battered up
My spirit, now fluid, had oozed out of its casing and previous life form
She said my soul was beautiful
We hugged
My soul was assimilated into her
Together, we rode centaurs and kissed rainbows
With sparkles floating whilst we made fairy dust angels
We played as children would
The equinox still far
Our night was still aplenty
They doused me with flame retardant
Cut the noose and pumped my stomach
A shot of adrenaline to the heart
And a force of a hundred dead men purged me out of her, into world above ground
I woke to find that I’m living my favorite bad dream
Tonight I’m going back to sleep
To see…
My AfterSmile
