On a freezing day in the middle of summer, the streets were alive with the sounds of death. Some felt the fear, others rejoiced in the thrill. Everything changed for those without power, and stayed the same for the man-eating sharks.
Nothing is secret, nothing sacred. Everything was out in the open but only for those with eyes to see. Her blue skin matched the sky and the yellow stripe down his back was an ugly birth mark. It gave him strength and a reason to hurt. She on the other hand was a delicate soul with no self and no aura. Together they lived in a glass heart they broke daily.
Everything happened at the same time in the same place. Chaos has never been so organized. Traffic moved swiftly over our backs and birds were hatched into cooking pots. Love was born with a tragic aura already in place, while we drank to past sorrows and future joys. We knew it all but we were happy anyway.