The Death of Us

There was a moment, it flashed over us like lightning at midday. We should have looked away but then the living daylights transformed us into undying lovers. Black cats in lightless rooms whispered to each other in Brail. Our eyes turned blind as we dazzled, then glowed among the scattered bones of fallen angels. Our friends understood, we were done with just living, we were a prayer created in a firestorm, and we would claw our way through this death into our own natural indecent state.