(an erasure from Stephen King’s Carrie)
Her heart beating at over two hundred per minute,
there was going to be a great burning, a broken
radio transmission relayed from an apparent riot
in her luck. The fire spread–heat ferocious,
sparks flying onto her stripped surroundings.
She was distraught; a minor accident skidding
into tears, hysterical. Eventually, she quieted
and got control of herself pretty well, in light
of the fact that she lurched out of the shadows;
a Cheshire cat grin floating dreamily
in the darkness like a trace memory
of light across everything, turning
the world into a dance
with shocking suddenness.
