panicakes
Strands of hair stuck to her face. White fabric clinging against soaked skin. Rain stinging her eyes. A downpour. A massacre.
Fingers on her hips
tongue on her neck
already taken
his is gone for the month
the perfect combination
Her hand rests in his as they stare out at the stars together.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she says.
"Yeah. It makes me feel so small," he responds.
Together, they drifted towards the sun in their space capsule.