A/N: this poem is literally chaotic, i have no idea what i was going for when i wrote this. honestly it looks like i just had too many one-line ideas and threw them together?

Order & Chaos


hell is a musicbox

locked shut tight


hell is a pat of butter

sizzled to a crisp on the range


heaven is a flashlight

right in your eyes blinding

filaments into your dreams


lock every door and window

and burn the whole house down;

watch obsolete dichotomies

light up before your eyes