Caught in the riptide,
Pushed out to sea,
She finds refuge
In an atomic submarine.
A fitting place to curse
Stars as they shine
Before slamming her head
Whilst saying, “Good night.”
Nothing but demons
Amongst her dreams;
Tickled by each battered
Bright-eyed sprite scream.
Dragons soar overhead
Purging fractal circuits;
Routinely burnt sunspots
Kept beneath the surface.
She chose this hell to forget herself;
Hired lunatics to run the asylum.
But now upstairs chaos reigns
And she’s tormented at the bottom.

Cody Hulbert Copyright, 2015


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