the gates to heaven
shook
as his heart
threatened to escape
the confines
of his chest
pearlescent bricks
turned to shrapnel
to tumble
down through the clouds
meteors
crashing to the earth
shuddering
with every impact
as his breath
caught in his throat

agony
ecstacy
wrapped in a death grip
as his stomach
dropped
to the fiery pits
of the hell
that was
his new reality

her gaze
was the prism
in which
she took his light
and separated it
into the shades
she wished
to project
onto the blank wall
behind her
a ballet
as she danced
around his good intentions