Terminus

Poison tiptoes past their lips, leaving a trace of sweetness that both mistook for the taste of heaven. All the inhibitions that restrained them in daylight dissipated as the lingering light became obliterated by the vast expanse of blackness that engulfed the sky. The night came whispering sweet nothings, just like he had been. The chill wind tugged at their clothing, prompting their hands to hastily do the same. The darkness brought out the primal nature of man hidden beneath the layers of skin and fabric. And they danced like animals engaged in a primitive dance, embracing the point of no return.