The sun is dark again, a dull hole in a burning sky. The world is an old black lung, choking and drowning in itself. One long gasp and it is over.
I take her hand and dance, waltz right into the breach, earth torn asunder, open chasm swaying, as if a jaw dislocated. She said it was the rapture.
The masses drew blood. A school of piranhas. A cannibal's carnival. Are you the hero? Take your gun out of my mouth, it's ruining my appetite.
(It's dripping from my chin.)
I'm writing a short story in my head, based in a Mad Max-esque apocalypse world and had the idea to write this. Some of the lines *might* be half-remembered lines from heavy metal songs.