they played the game of eternal questioning.
"first impression of me?"
this air of unquenchable curiousity.
her breath, bated
hot anxious and rolling
yet light with this maimed promise of beginnings.
"I thought you had the brightest smile I'd ever seen,
actually."
and so it began.

light. airy.
but heavy with this impending doom.
the world's gonna crash
and his comic book heroes don't exist.

"I think I love you."

park bench kissings
teeth crash as the buildings start to fall.
his taste all-consuming.

struggles of our own.
her cheeriness like a painted clown.
jeering and too bright for this constant dusk;
she got too close.

they played the game of eternal questioning.
"why?"
this air of unquenchable curiousity.
a city in flames falling down down down
and you don't breathe in this air
you choke and your lungs get small
and you swallow the fire because you need to know.
"things change."

at least the flames were golden.