Erica Western Geiger Counter Emperor X

Shaking hands
She held the coinage of a long dead nation-state
It fell, absorbed
Into the enclave when we walked away

She went to sleep next to a boy
She scaled the walls, she learned the scape
She chiseled patterns in the concrete
She brought shielding down

Hold my hand, grow my skin
Slow my pulse rate
Ignore the sound, the fire alarms
May we never hit that force field

Hold me up, long enough
To feel the tractor beam
Out by the cobalt belt she ran
Calmed by the toxic cutlery

Taking out the Mathews bridge
Was not an option for her
She had no parachute, no transit pass
No node display

Instead she broke into the garage
Procured a stolen Segway
And killed the trees, and killed the trees
That shade the retail row