you crumbled in my hands like flimsy bricks on lazy made housing developments tumbling like rocks on sides of cliffs dull guilty eyes stared back at me black circles gazing presumptuously at my porcelain skin we were not bad people we were just victims to cruel assumption you took the brunt of the dazed collusion and they stole me from you as the spaceships coughed up fumes capable of killing a single man in under five seconds we all cry the same tears when we hear the world is coming to a close we travel to tiny towns where our families are stationed and we weep in each other’s arms because all our tears are made up of saltwater none are fresher than another none are clearer none are holier i danced with you as the world was bombed to ashes and minimized to dust particles but you broke out of my embrace and shot me in the head instead the darkness poured out of your grim eyelids and into my soul i choked on my own rotten blood feeling fire slither up next to my paralyzed body
you lit all the corners of the rooms with candles now they’re burning burning the wax all the way down to the bottom this time, i’m not dancing, i’m burning alive
forever is a crueler way of saying never
a reality filled continuation of the apocalypse poem