skin
It was the first night of the rest of our lives. We ran through the streets, our bodies still wet from the womb. The lights shone up at us from the puddles in the tarmac, smiling facsimiles, inviting us to dwell awhile in the rain as it streamed down upon us. We paid them no heed and ran onwards. Time ran with us, and by dawn we were aged haggard shells, burned from within by the energies of our youth and scarred on the outside by the tracks of the falling rain. The buildings had all crumbled around us, and the tarmac had cracked. The rain no longer gathered in puddles, but rushed away over the broken ground, taking the light of the rising sun with it. We sat and tried to gain our breath, but there was no longer any air.
He came to us as we sat there gasping. We were blinded by the youth in his eyes. He held out his hands to help us stand, but we couldn't reach. The sunlight swam around him as we lay at his feet, aching with our eyes but unable to move. Slowly our bodies turned to dust and the wind blew us onward to dance with the tarmac ghosts.
In the silence that follows I only remember your reflecting skin.
