Ashes Keep the Shape of You
The bombs fell slow, like snow with a vendetta
And I wched you dance in the fallout, arms wide, like death was just a contest
You kissed me with blistered lips and said, “Let’s burn beautifully”
We didn’t run—we fucked in the ruins, smoked dreams like rationed hope
Your skin glowed orange under mushroom clouds, radiant like apocalypse couture
And every time we came, it sounded like thunder daring the gods to blink
Ashes keep the shape of you, even when I breathe wrong and scter you
The wind carries your moan like a warning through the skeletons of cities
And I trace your memory in soot, whispering, “We ended right”
I buried our clothes in radioactive sand, but kept your laugh in my throat
Survivors talk of rebuilding—I talk to ghosts who knew how to live
You died screaming joy, and I envy you every fucking minute
There’s no heaven after this, just ruins that still taste like you
No gods, no redemption—just dust that sticks to my swe and smiles
And I wear you now, always, in the ash beneath my tongue
When I finally collapse, they’ll find your name carved into my chest
Not in ink, not in blood—but in the silence that follows every explosion
And they’ll know we didn’t just die—we loved the end into legend