Apocalypse

And just like that, our time flew by.

In her touch was an astroid, a devastating impact, but left an evolutionary mark through her mouth and her teeth.

In her eyes was Pompeii, burning through everything she knew of me, coating me in ash to stay warm as life seemed to erupt around us.

In her voice was Crete, sending tremors down my spine, viscously vibrating vertebrae, flooding me in nightly sweat and daily tears.

But these were ancient times.

Even in my presence, no part of her was in my present

And there was no part of her that would be in my future.

It was catastrophically clear…

We were a disaster.