Heart-shaped Bomb

There’s a siren sounding in the distance

Muffled under the cacophony of our

Speakers, our love making, and the

Creaking of the furniture

The commotion outside reached a fever pitch

While we were lost in pain and pleasure

The bomb dropped. Eventually,

I regained consciousness

And you were gone

I looked through where the living

Room used to be, now rubble

Trees ash, grass smolder, birds mist

The silence of the dead reverberating

Off the mangled concrete and

Rebar poking out like a rose’s stem

Where am I? Is this even me?

It must be, your scratch marks are still

Tattooed on my back

Your earrings I’m still wearing

As thoughts sprint in and out

The silence has yet to be interrupted

Growing louder until it surpassed my thoughts

Unable to think, I ran “outside”

And now unable to breath from the smog of the ruins left behind

Which, oddly, smelled like you

I began looking through the rubble

Hoping to, at first, find you

As time passed and my muscles tired from the search

That hope, redirected to a hope

To find anybody or anything still alive

Not even the sun could be found

Just a soft, yellow hum behind the raining ash

A Yellow King at the end of his reign

And the black stars falling

Exhausted, unable to stay afloat

Falling in unison, with my body

Synchronized corpses

The last light of life has been blown out