The sky is melting, it’s high-fructose-corn syrup dyed with red number forty dye drip drip dripping off of the popsicle stick. I try to wrap my mind around the sunset, in able to keep it into my memory before it melts into inexistance. It drip drops from the canvas leaving a yellow stain in the corner which resembles a tear stained pillowcase. It cries, it pees, it is created, it is destroyed. It is ignorant, it is humanity, it is us.