Long Kiss Goodnight
Mood:  on fire
I had a dream last night. I dreamed about smoke filling the sky, and sirens blaring trough out the night. The air was thick, and burned at the skin. The way it smelled. The smell of men?s greed, and corporate consumption; backing for the almighty dollar? The dream of silver shoes and golden roads was gone. I found no money of any worth, no roads in gold with shining steps. Only blood seemed to flow through the tick of mans wallet; nothing less could satisfy. The screams got lauder each night. Neighbors, families; no one was safe. It came quickly and consumed the strong first. Follow or be removed, the disease acted much in the way of god. To exists without intent and kill indiscriminately. And I did not care; I paid no notice to any of the shambling world. I cared only for you.

To Lindsay

By Morgan A.