Scatter Brained

My stomach touched my throat

as we levitated, head over wheels.

Unrestricted by polyester’s embrace, we float

absent of gravity’s heel.

Gnarled metal shreds and gashes -

metallic snow polluted our lungs

turning our innocence to ashes.

White retaliation softened the blow,

our cadaverous souls singing woes.

Pink matter crashed, doubling back,

and crumpled into phantom black.