nightcreatures ii
when night falls, our hearts begin to beat. chambers pumping, forcing blood through, forcing eyes open. we will lie with our bodies pressed on the hot pavement, trying to imagine what the sun feels like on our faces.
when the asphalt cools and begins to seep the warmth from our cheeks, and when we begin to feel the pebbles in the road beneath us, unsteady bodies will make their way up.
turn your face towards the street lamp, and let that cold yellow bulb be the sun. pale skin so translucent blue veins creep through matching the sky reflected in the skyscrapers.
breathe in, and sway with the wind like they do. no-one else in sight, we are the last ones out. let us clasp our hands together, and promenade, a mockery of what we know as affection.
your hands are cold. mine are too. but i pretend that they are hot enough to burn me.
as the sky lightens our hearts begin to slow and we recede, to where our soft, unmoving bodies will be kept safe from the waking city, from the crowds of people. we will lie there, still. they will walk, joyous.
in our sleep, we swallow our envy, bitter on our tongues. tomorrow night, we will roam free once more.