miyaki15

The world ends, drowned in streetlights and shadows, in terror and the terrible beauty of light. You stand on the cracked roads, and your wings have lent fear to your mortal legs. You throw yourself at the sky as I did at the last bridge. But there's no rope tying you to now, no rubber cord to save you from the grinning maw, no red cord tying you to my side. You fly until the jagged edges of the city bite into the heaven, until the golden rim of dawn sinks into the bubbling miasma of the sea, until the false light of the moon grows dim and cold. And you are flying still, while I stand beneath the curved halls of the sky. The road you stood o