084 Phase Fatale

Over to my left the late summer sun dipped down low in acrid skies, refracting orange through the smog and ozone framing tenements like compound fractures against bruised and swollen skin. Helicopters flew over in the distance droning mechanical ballads to my task as I marched down broken footpaths, turning past empty homes and avoiding burnt out rusting wrecks. Autumn was coming in fast I was running out of time. Wed been together ages and Id kept falling in and out of love, Id tried but after that first year shed never made me feel the way I wanted. Id encouraged her to grow but to no avail. Id tried to build, I had ideas but they all turned to shit in this rotten world. If the person closest to me couldnt even understand the need to build something pure and strong and right then what was I supposed to do? Together we were supposed to conquer what was left of the world but she was content to let it all conquer her, to hell with that. I wasnt being smothered by someone elses apathy, cloying at me, diluting my person and infecting me with softness. It had to end now I had to let her go. No more arguments, no more guilt. I would stand alone and to hell with everything else.


Words: Sam Mee, Published: 22 October 2015
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