We’re wax bodies clung to each other like scented candles in the night. Dripping hot we’re sticky. And when the heat finally dies, we’ll harden like bodies frozen in time wax turned cold. Will we ever warm up again?
The little girl cried as her kitten came up to her. with a meow, the small cat bumped her knee nuzzling her, before it ran back across the street, leaving its body behind cradled in her arms. No longer warm.
They laughed, ate, and played games, while she stood in the cold, wearing rags, looking in at the family she once had.
Our hero is swallowed by the darkness.
I wonder if I will remember those days with quiet filled evenings, And the warm rush of air on my face. The flicker of orange before the drowning blue and the distant shimmer of stars. How I admired the beauty of a city, Hushed by the coming night. I wonder if I will be […]