Edge of the World

The world is upside down.

Sitting on the iron beam skeleton of a rusted old skyscraper.

The city in the distance burns like the setting sun.

The sky is black with ash and crackles with heat lightning.

 

He holds me under his arm with a single cigarette shared between us.

Our leather jackets smell like cold.

The piercing on my tongue clacks against my teeth.

 

All the screams and sirens are an orchestra under our dangling feet.

Here,

On the edge of the world,

Sometimes all you can do is watch it burn.

Author's Note

I was really torn between putting it under poetry or fiction. I know it's in poetryish format, but I want to make it into a novel at some point so I suppose for now it'll remain under poetry until get around to it.

Reviews

[B-poet]

Very witty, deep, and intriguing. The only way to know the full extent of this particular experience is to travel to the edge of the world. Great write :) I really enjoyed this. :)

[Melissa Rose]

Thank you. This is one of my favorite pieces of work and I'm glade so many others seem to like it too. :D

[The Nude Writer]

Ooooo this is classic :) thanks for sharing it with me :)

[s.r.knight]

I loved the burning feel of your piece. This was a poignant piece, one that I read over and over.

[Aaron Browder]

This is grisly and beautiful. Reminds me of Death Cab's Grapevine Fires.

[Melissa Rose]

I'm glade it came across that way to you. It was inspired by some art I found on DA and I felt the same way looking at it. I've never heard of Grapevine Fires. What is it?

[Aaron Browder]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu4qQKlyF7s
What was the DA piece?

[Melissa Rose]

http://azuki-ayomi.deviantart.com/#/d569rdn

[Melissa Rose]

I can see why your reminded of the song.

[Dr. Wood ?]

I think you got it right

I really loved this

[Melissa Rose]

Thank you. I'm glade you enjoyed it. :)