mount vesuvius

we are

ancient rome.

our love

is an empire,

but it's built

on a volcano

destined to

explode.

our ending is already

predicted

in plaster cast bodies

drowning in dust.

and i keep telling myself

that we'll make it out alive

but even if we do,

i'm still gonna end up with

pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.