SKELETON CITY / UNDEAD DOMAIN. buildings rise towards molten sky like empty carcasses, left to vultures that circle not from above but below, warning rattle in lungs devoid of breath their carrion cry.
he is a lone figure, dancing across rooftops that yield a safer path — suit no longer worn, interface long ago drained of power, impossible to charge. it lay crumpled at the bottom of backpack, a red & blue reminder of time past, when HEROES meant hope, meant an ability to fight for change instead of mere survival.
controlled inhale as muscles tense, body springing with gymnast’s grace to grasp at ledge above – UNNATURAL FLUIDITY betrays man as other despite civilian clothing, ease at traversing d.c skyline only hindered by web fluid’s conservation, dire circumstances an exception to use.
low grunt as weight is pulled upwards, sudden GRUMBLE from stomach cause for pause — huff of laughter escapes on exhale, frame coming to rest upon balcony’s balustrade. ❛ guess now’s as good a time as any for a quick pit stop ❜ feet swing languidly as fingers prise open backpack revealing contents, coming to rest upon bag of potato chips, only three months expired — soft sigh, wistful reminiscence, ❛ i miss pizza. ❜