We wandered the night aimlessly. The children of street-urchin-anarchy sacrificed to the detrivores of the sky-high metal labyrinths. (For fear they’ll devour the living)
I remember it vividly. The iron foundry air cut like a razor through my sweater skin. The concrete beneath my feet swallowing the warmth like a vacuum.
Then you wrapped yourself around me like a Mylar blanket. And seeped into my skin in a cosmic osmosis of lost souls. For a moment we were home.