^^; A poem about Centralia, as it sits currently.

Fun fact, the town of Centralia and its underground coal-life disaster was the inspiration for the Silent Hill series... >u< May have popped in some eerie references to that here.


^u^; For those who can't view the file.

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Silent burning hills, cloaking the roars underneath
And the darkness billows out from deepness.
The rain hissing in the orange doorway
And turning to cloud and rising
To afterlife. Hanging like white curtains
And the darkness billows out from deepness.

A town built of ashes—a house of cards balanced.
Silent burning hills, cloaking the roars underneath
To afterlife. Hanging like white curtains
The lonely white sheet on the clothesline,
The toddler in her smudged white dress
And the darkness billows out from deepness.

The senses, like walking on rollers, dream-state stumbles
The toddler in her smudged white dress
Finding, with drugged eyes, the gaping mouth in
Silent burning hills, cloaking the roars underneath
The rain hissing in the orange doorway
And the darkness billows out from deepness.

The lonely white sheet on the clothesline,
The lonely denizens, few remaining, few
Finding, with drugged eyes, the gaping mouth in
The senses, like walking on rollers, dream-state stumbles
And the darkness billows out from deepness.
A town built of ashes—a house of cards balanced.

The rain hissing in the orange doorway
To afterlife. Hanging like white curtains
In soot-stained rain, steam the apparitional promise
Of the town among silent hills. The crematorium.
The lonely white sheet on the clothesline,
The toddler in her smudged white dress.

And the darkness billows out from deepness.
The curtains of rain and curtains of fire meet
And turning to cloud and rising
To afterlife. Hanging like white curtains
Silent burning hills, cloaking the roars underneath
The lonely denizens, few remaining, few

to tell the story of Hell on Earth. Few
who know where the throne of the Old Dragon
lies underground and unoccupied. Hell,
soot-stained and deserted and relentless
as the boulder dropping, terminal speed,
with nothing stopping it now.

Silent burning hills, cloaking the roars underneath
And the darkness billows out from deepness.