Apocalypse dreams in chalk

White ash and pink rose

Flashes of our table in the café

Broken vases

Water spills and little thorns

Cigarette drafts, persimmon sighs

Every aesthetic in red fire, dies.

Middling dystopia

Caught in car mirror reflections

You kiss with blood red lips

Right after we have the special on the menu

And I know a farewell by its taste

Ravaged heart

In a nuclear aftermath

Poison smiles and pearly whites

Acid rains in neon nights

While the world is drenched in moonlight

Into the cracks where my world collapsed,

Time, will you walk back

Pick rags from breaking bones

And wipe the slate clean?