Where Hot And Cold Nightmares Collide

The simmering crimson cornfield crosses infinite boundaries

Beyond the limits of misunderstanding into scarlet memories

The cornstalks are high as skyscrapers, as thick as saplings

Leaves as red as poinsettia petals are efficient at grappling

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He tries to run through the maze, but the rows keep shifting

He thought this was solid ground, but now it starts rifting

Spiders as big as badgers combine webbing and cornsilk

Maize and arachnids spin sizzling traps for his ilk

Hot fibers stick to his face like red cotton candy

The searing snare isn't perfect, but it’s still Jim-dandy!

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He’s starving!!

and there is food all around him

singing to him, calling to him, mocking his hunger

These pernicious plants want to be devoured!

He’s starving!!

...and this blunder has stolen his thunder

The crimson corn smells like succulent starflowers

Shucking it makes his fingerprints feel empowered

The kernels pop like blisters between his teeth

The cobs bleed like recently chopped-off feet

The grain tastes like sewage

like swill, like its dirty

This is how devilry tastes

steamy and sticky and crunchy and squirty

He chokes on the object of his desire

While all around him, all the other ears listen to his desperate fires!

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The freezing blue tulip-field is an endlessly-frightened frontier

Extending deep into her spirit like the fangs of a dhampir

The fiendish flowers spit sleet

like bombardier beetles made of snow

Their perfect petals promoted poetry only lunatics could know

Mimicking mad vipers trapped in a glacier

the terrible tulips spew slush

All the Tulipa join a conspiracy that must be kept hush-hush

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She’s trapped in the permafrost

She’s lost

The cost of being double-crossed exhausts all her heat

She’s meat

Her personal holocaust becomes her boss

Star-crossed, storm-tossed, she’s accosted by the beat

🧊🥶 the shivering beat

The chill is so deep, it threatens her soul

The frigidity is so steep, it’s like the North Pole

The blizzard is a buzzard intent on picking her bones

The white-out instills the ultimate sense of being alone

🌬️❄️🥶

She

SCREEEEEEEEAMS

for help, knowing she’ll never be heard over the howling winds!!!

🔥😮

He

YEEEEEEEELLLLS

as his mouth burns, certain no one is listening to his gluttonous sin!!!

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But somehow

someway

~~~somewhere ~~d~r~e~a~m~y

they do hear each other!

and instinctively they act!

He grabs for her!

She lunges for him!

A mutual attack!

They yank on each other’s psyches, slamming, ramming, jamming, overwhamming their terrors

And from the apocalyptic impact 💥

LIKE A __BOLT FROM THE BLUE ⚡

💥 💥 a new Big Bang paradigm is born...

------> the perfect temperature!

He is cooled and she is warmed!!

🌝🌚 the very first night they sleep together...

They cancel out each other’s fears

They are right for each other

They are scythes for each other

They wipe away each other’s tears

👩‍❤️‍👨

A plush pastured panoply

sheltered by majestic trees

is manifested by their bravery

Marveling at their combined

cleaned

green

~~dreamscape,

they can barely begin to consider what new flora they'll farm

All his smelly crimson cowardice

And all her sneaky blue insecurities

⚡ all their vulnerabilities

😓 all their sensitivities

⚡ all their insufficiencies

💥 all their animosities

all are remade into curiosities that will no longer do harm!

...no more night-sweats

...no more bone-chills

They sleep like babies in each other's arms.

*by

_______________Bolt⚡