He rose and rose

Looking up to the heavens

His body, his soul pounded

Ears ringing a hot red

He could see wings bursting  out of him

Colours of fire dazzling his eyes

Frightening him to the core

His lungs were purple from the flight

And his insides were pins and needles… But then

The galaxies opened out

And stars flashed past him

Away from the voices

A plethora of undesirable voices

He found solace in the icy cold chill of the orbit

Swirling madly into space

He was overwhelmed into oblivion

Hurled into a paradigm of neon lights

His head exploded into a million bits.


Runaway Star