Once upon a time, there was a fire.
Come to me now, and I will be
your perfect disaster/lacking consequence/
breathing only the stale miasma
that must be sucked from the sky.
Once upon a time, there was a wound.
Place your lips on mine, and I will bite
with fangs blessed by God/righteously anointed/
spitting out the plastic utopia flames
that melt this petroleum paradise into a puddle.
Once upon a time, there was a fallout.
Speak to me now, and I will answer
with the intensity of nuclear inclinations/crashing empires/
swirling with the wind of chaos
that tastes of whitewash poison on the tongue.
Once upon a time, there was a liar.
Trust in me now, and I will dress you
in a perfect suit and tie/soapbox symptoms/
testing the limits of a broken theory
that pushes and pulls until the rubber snaps.