The Theatre In My Mind

In one swift flip of the scene 
the entire empire comes 
crashing down,
it falls to combustion,
the flames lick up the curtains. 

They burst through a 
hole in the center, 
unsuspecting audience spat
in hellfire. 
‘Fin’

The credits begin rolling. 

One pile a bones turns to the other,
amongst the carnage and chaos 
dancing in the black pit of a socket. 

‘Well great, now we’ll never get a 
sequel.’
‘The only thing you and I were ever 
bound to get was a beer.’

BIATA

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