Ashes Under Her Fingernails
She danced through fallout like it was mist, skin glowing in the amber haze
Barefoot on bone piles, singing lullabies to the broken buildings
Her lipstick smeared like blood across the mouth of a dying decade
She kissed me once—tongue like smoke, breath tasted like burned sermons
Said “I wched cities melt and didn’t cry, but I cried for the last bookstore”
Her eyes held mushroom clouds and the ghost of every fire we lit in bed
Ashes under her fingernails, love letters written in soot and ruin
She fucked like she was erasing time, like the world had wronged her first
Every moan was a requiem, every thrust a countdown to zero
We lived in the shell of a bank, vaults turned into dirty confession booths
Told her “I love you” with my fingers on her scars, but she never said it back
Just rode me through the tremors and came like sirens were orgasms
She marked every building with a scrch and every corpse with a sigh
Said “Apocalypse is just another excuse to stop pretending we’re civilized”
Then sucked me off in the rubble and whispered, “Now you’re baptized”
I don’t know where she went when the wind took her name
But I still taste her when the sky burns red
Ashes under her fingernails—she made the end feel fucking holy