Seriously- I Dreamt This Last Night!
Blazing orange bowl of Sun descends
into the darkest chasm of clarity.
She sits. Eclipsed.
Tranquil. Until…
Heaven and Earth
obliterate
in a midst of fury and flame…
…and
Devour the page.
Sentences dangle.
Metaphors mix. Frenzied and furious, they clash like blind, headless chickens, pecking at sour grapes.
Plot is paralyzed-petrified.
Where the hell do I go with this?
Perhaps I just…
…fall into
SUBMISSION?
My Power. My Pleasure. My Pain. 
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