My soul hung upon the rack,
Naked and damp.
Give it a good shake, open my cage,
And drift bitterly into the chilly breeze.

I zip up to the horizon,
The vicious orange glow
Maniacally frying the gentle blue.
I can’t feel my toes.

Waywardly traipsing on the edges of earth;
The dripping ice marks my path.

I promenade through tired crowds,
Whizzing around beaten heads,
Playfully clipping sweaty legs.
Their heated anger tickles my nose.

A hot pink sea lay blushing below.
Glossy white pearls rain gleefully from soft clouds.
They pelt me down to the surface, which smiles back.
My hair glitters like notes on a piano.

The eager pearls tug at my burning skin,
Giggling with me towards the core.
Cough up ice cubs to mark the trail.
My soul is on fire!