orange is an underrated color for death,
ghosts of fire chewing on the night
I read about
invisible flame thirteen hundred miles away
I read about
a cryptid spike, a man like a monster,
sick beyond science, and not even knowing
“mechanical debris discovered! not of this earth!”
the whistleblower claimed, he must be lying,
why would a seeker come so far, only to crash, to burn
why would the leaves crumple up so early,
like sick girls in a novel
why would plastic shred from trees, hissing in the wind
