I opened the front door and heard it creak.
That creak was a sound I always knew
as I had heard it all my life,
a sound immediately forgotten
as soon as it passed,
but it reminded me of where I was.
It reminded me that I was home.
Bloody thirsty rage
coupled with lust
tearing toward a blinding red sun
unhinged, entirely free and
smearing our humanity away.
It leaves a plume of ashes
but it’s just the dust of society
floating upwards into the heavenly sky
to drift down and choke us.