The nights grow shorter. How many stars will be added to the infinite list of the dead by morning? More than there are atoms in my body and yours together. Their absence will go unnoticed in our lifetime, like secrets we kept from each other until the heat consumed us. Tonight we are still alive, but the dead swarm around us attracted by our light.
Kip Knott | Afraid of Heaven Contents | Mudlark No. 50 (2013)