NaPoWriMo 11: Crash & Clash

Literally scraping the sky.

They soar above me, seemingly endless.

The windows reflect the sun,

Beaming down upon my face.

Glass and steel in companionship.

They're symbols of the world.

Sidewalks wind around them, colliding.

Unbelievably, undeniably strong.

And yet, they all crash to the ground one day.

Their metal twisted, they melt.

Souping toward my figure.

The glass facade shatters.

Months of construction and decades of use,

Now clashing with the concrete.

And civilization cries.

a.d. (all sold out of eternity here)