What freaking remote location did they send him to?
Spotting a television he fumbled through the nightstand for the remote.
“Where the hell am I? Where’s the remote”? He demanded kicking his roommates bed.
“Rehab, and it’s mine”.
Sojourning from “the condition”.
Collapsing on silky soft sand, staring starward.
Stars doubling on themselves, reflecting his fears nature.
All was well, even knowing his RETURN was a “feared event”.
All need known was between the universe and himself.
giving Orion a wink, heading towards home.
Anarchy. The only answer.
With heads hung, eyes closed, they waited.
Scaling the side of the Hummer, she spoke.
Eyes raised. shining her direction.
The birthmark on her right hand burned bright blood red as they prepared to embark on the mission.
To tear it down.
Tear it all down.