The bridge is collapsing,
chaos walking,
falling through the same cracks
again and again
She hangs
by stretched-out fingers,
reaching for love in a kaleidoscope
falling rain mocks perfection
His touch like fire,
chaos screaming
until she’s a ghost made of ashes
dangling from a broken cloud
And still she stands
in the storm,
no,
she is the storm,
head bent for the collision,
ready as she’ll ever be,
eyes like ice,
hair like ashes,
face like fire,
chaos dreaming