god fucking damn

the burning newspaper grew, like a woman fitting herself into a dress.
you watched, and you saw as it swayed in time with the music
it swung its hips, flailed its arms
a red, red woman in a black dress
the embers were her body,
her hair.
it decayed
as if soft whispers were tearing it apart
as if there was a constant wind blowing it apart.
weightless, and alien
unlike nothing you've ever seen

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and then, it was the car
in the car,
in a bottle.
you stared as your own little world passed
you stared into soft,
clear plastic
red liquid pooled inside
and you watched as trees passed
like a world in your hands
a red world.
yours to own, and watch over
for all eternity