sitting alone on the roof of my car in the middle of nowhere
watching as the world ends around me
it wasn’t the brimstone and fires of mythos
no unshackled tentacle faced creature crawled from the abyss
the skies were clear with no ever growing meteor streaking down
turns out the end of the world was just a simple tuesday
an arbitrary day for armageddon
no pageantry
no spectacle
the dead did not rise with insatiable hunger and feast upon the screaming masses
no tremors as the ground split and demons poured forth to slaughter and kill
it just happened
one minute it was business as usual
then it was not
i did not see a mushroom cloud stain the sky blood red as it smothered the atmosphere and the invisible tendrils of radiation washed over all
then with no whimper or bang
it ended
it was the ringing of the phone
two simple words
“he’s gone”
and like that the stars ceased to sparkle one by one in the velvety black sky
the sounds of life just stopped
the earth ceased spinning
and the lack of centrifugal force sent everything I had ever known spiralling out into the aether
as the vacuum of space seized me
blood boiling as my skin froze
and as i floated above all
i realized it wasn’t the entire world that had ended at that moment
just mine
another friend gone with no fond farewell
no bon voyage
just a needle hanging from his arm
and a look of serenity on his ashen face
as i was pulled back from my weightless orbit
burning to a cinder as the free fall from five miles up
i wondered if anyone would make a wish on my falling star before i too vanished from being
a pinch of space dust like freshly fallen snow settling on the lives of friends and family
chewed up swallowed in the cogs of the machine
chained to addictions he could never hope to tame
the last tether frayed until there was nothing keeping me here
would i see him again
my corpse blossom brother
the empty vessel where once love and friendship had bloomed
now unrestrained by the need that consumed him
free as he hadn’t been for a decade plus
i’ll miss the you no one had seen since you added you to addiction
can i forgive you
i don’t know
i don’t
but i loved you like a brother
a step brother because you were twelve of them short of whole
because you stepped on everyone to get a fix
because your final fix was to step away
sometimes death seems to be the only resting place…
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