I thought his cigarette was a star. Lit up in the darkness. The cherry red flickered when he sucked on the end and it was catastrophic. It was a dead light. All desolation. Too late. They dragged me in.
That's the night I noticed the stars were dying. Or maybe it's just a cover up. A cosmic lie.
I chipped my tooth when he pushed me forward . The puddle was warm.Their hearts were cold. My salvation was scattered in fresh piss. Hot lunch, they said. Dig in. Their laughter was exhausting.
The cigarette sizzled when the soul sucker flicked it at my wet face. Extinguished. Just like my humanity.