Withered bones
In the carcass parking lots
Little boys and little girls
Playing on the monkey bars
Of skeletal fragments
Spines & skulls
I see my dying hands
Wrapped in the flesh of yours
Like an ill suited glove
It'll keep me warm but not for long
As I see the fading sun
Like the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust
My eyes seem to be so dry
They can't water
My body brittle and breaking
Like glass covered with old news papers
My blood like black thick ink
Runs down my body
Renewing the asphalt
Embedding myself
As I lose my ability to grasp
You fall as shatter
Carried away by a gentle breeze
I fall into your departing remains
Being carried away
I see the world from far away
And watch it fall unto it's self
Parking lot folds upon parking lot
Buildings unto one another
Collapsing, colliding, destructing
Into emergence
Upon it's new realization
A perfect place
To raise the kids.
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