It tipped itself on me

 

Cream the color of that

fluorescent

paper thin sphere in the sky

 

It flickered like

those flames that touch

a colored wick

 

It smelled like cruelty

wickedness

 

The burning embers of Hades

 

was so fine

 

It sparkled in the air

like an independence day

Our sovereignty

 

We float

into that sea of obsidian waves

Until we drown

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