but there's no shielding the heat from our faces.
Reds like blood and Oranges bursting like flame,
marked up madness pouring over every pore.
Certainly there are hopes dashed on the sidelines of this experience,
some other narrative pushed to the border.
Wild, though, passion ignited furiously;
spilling out, pushing past the edges of sanity.
~
I have no fucking idea what just happened,
but now my room is empty of her mania
and I'll slip back into comfort,
just after I erase the image
of a mad woman smearing toxic paint on her pretty face.
