Tristan Robert Lange

Meltdown

A little meltdown
I did just meet,
Would not set me down
Onto my feet.

It tossed me and turned
My smile around;
It stuck me, it burned,
It will resound.

It twisted my brain
And knocked me up;
It drove me insane
And did erupt

Into phantasm.
The swirling sign—
Broke through in darkness—
Shades what was mine.