We Walk

We walk

under a gasoline stained sky

that drips explosive rain upon our skin

a flicker of fire could ignite.

 

Under a gasoline stained sky,

our happiness stretched thin

a flicker of fire could ignite,

turning night into day.

 

Our happiness stretched thin;

the same height as the street lights,

turning night into day,

shredding the sky to pieces.

 

The same height as the street lights

we walk,

shredding the sky to pieces

dripping explosive rain upon our skin.

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