even earth's final day is all about us and the lies we've told each other (giving jobs back to hobbies that don't include metaphorical knives and suicide lists)

Hot and stuck together by the iron of world's death. There were no 'lasts'; words, accounts, people... no final witness besides myself to the eyes of my fellow left-behind. Spared by a reaper's touch until our stomachs ate us, spared until rolling over on the hunt for a pillow, until the puppeteers favourite sun fell off it's string.

'Doesn't matter what you call it' attitude, hiding unique burns from falling stars grazing our cheeks, insecurity shining within the random laughter, would-be arguments about 'wasting breath' when it was all we could do. 'Stifle laughter in literal ruins!', when it was funny or at least funny-adjacent, something in our argument ended our lives and everyone elses. If we had known we were born the main characters of the universe, we could've saved it. Right?

There's something so jarring about hearing the words 'I love you' practiced in the reflection of someone you've chosen not to say it to. Bizzare to witness to how her lips quiver, voice trembles, seeing she can no longer cry. How she knows you're watching in case she dies, but verbally more desolate than any predecessor the imagination,  memory could stir up.

Surround:

descruction

tragedy

her and your starvation

hidden-in-plain-sight-paranoia

silence

Thoughts:

me

me

me

myself

,i

She asks the puppeteer— who she has given a nickname more precious than you'd ever had, why—

it had to be her.

her

her

her

,us,

me

Out of breath 

and finally surrendering,

we write our names in the

dust to lay atop and

let go. 

We've broken all the promises

we made

each other,

we can't care. 

Laying

eyes shut

demons within us put to rest

I ask her why 

we did this. As

choked            -dehydrated     laughter

           pollutes

the remainder                  of the galaxy,

                      our hearts

leap for             freedom        from the

         left-behind,

and now               there's no point in a

cool name         besides NNN, for 

'non-existent       nobodies, and