Comments about Steph Kiaerbaek
Echoes burnt through my head's radiation;
A quick ember slowly shot through lightning.
The black mushroom melted, frightening;
Those returned from the caves of intimidation.
She lingered on the low hills in a lost ritual;
The scarlet sun ascended up to the clouds.
A fiery hole exploded against mushroom shrouds.
Burn victims brought water jugs for the vigil.
The nightly sacrament was ghastly and haunted,
By their radiation marks and decorative scars.
An industrial sky looked tormented and taunted; ...