stay close, take my hand, or not.
in the billowing darkness of this land humid and hot,
warped city-scape under a sky of forever night,
you’d get lost and so would I, with nothing in sight but empty skyscrapers. no lamps. no light.
is that fog? gaseous swirls and black soot in the air
I swear one had a face someone would wear before they’d depart
before dusk came the ground cracked and you left me behind,
before heaven fell and the sun set in my heart.