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

placidly waiting

to drift down and choke us.