Kindled in the darkness of her fears and pain, enclosed in shields and scars, sick was her heart and inflamed by false love.
Hid the sun, and gathered the clouds in the hazy cold atmosphere. Up was the sky, littered in the grey winter clouds, scattered along the planet like a blanket of ice thrown on fire. And down was the fire, flames of humanity glowing in races of rich and poor, black and white, women and men. Down were the streets, screaming in mute, cold lives. Down, she stood, and further she looked and there she saw him. Bare skinned, only for a filthy pair of trousers, stained in the dark crimson of human flames. Naked and cold was his body, yet despite that hadn’t he shaken. Red and bleeding, still unhealed, and rich in disease, her heart still pulsed in sympathy and love. Love for humanity, love for peace, love that was rare in a warred universe yet was everything that held it still. She swept her jackets off her shoulders and down her back, unconscious of the cold and carefree to the dizziness rising in the back of her skull. Over his’ she pushed them, and pressed them, and smiled. Paralyzed for a moment by the cold of winter, she swept back, bruised her ankles, regained her balance, and rose again. Agonized but stiff, he slipped the sleeves off his muscles, shoved the warmth off his scars, and smiled. On hers he dropped them, and her scars he covered, with frozen flesh and a dying pulse, and only when his bare skin encountered hers did she see the shivers of his bones and the pale dead color of his skin. And so she swept back her jacket, this time to bury it in the snow-fed ground, and forge fires out of its fragments and dead branches and rocks. Dark and deep but warm and healing, like her heart, rose the flames. The jacket was a small piece of cloth, the snow a cooling catalyst, but the fire burned. She quivered again, this time falling into the depth of his chest. He held her, smooth were his cold muscles, and warm was the darkness is eyes. He never lost his balance, but pulled himself slowly by the fire, her heart pounding against his’, and their warmth the drastic element that awakened the fire and terminated the cold.
Enduring, rose humanity over fate, and resilient, survived their hearts in defiance of their scars.