BlackStah

He looked up. A floor of black tiles painting the sky. Stars loosely pasted on as if to show something new. Something new to discover. In reality, there was nothing. Stars were becoming a temporary fixture in the night sky. The night sky itself becoming cold and distant. Inhabitable of life. There were cracks as well. The The sky was being chipped away by the fumes and mold eroded below. He heard a knock at the door. It wasn't slow and timid like he would have once expected but was fast and restless. The person on the other side pounded furiously as if there was a sudden need for help. A whisper which grew louder. Whimpers that became strong