Chaos Dreaming Poem by Maya Hanson

The bridge is collapsing,
chaos walking,
falling through the same cracks
again and again

She hangs
by stretched-out fingers,
reaching for love in a kaleidoscope
falling rain mocks perfection

His touch like fire,
chaos screaming
until she's a ghost made of ashes
dangling from a broken cloud

And still she stands
in the storm,

no,
she is the storm,

head bent for the collision,
ready as she'll ever be,
eyes like ice,
hair like ashes,
face like fire,
chaos dreaming