Death of an Icon

Everyday was typical. The cells and bacteria on the interior of my frame working away. My eyes repeatedly glancing out at the streets of New York for danger. I should have occasionally gazed into the sky.

Their I was waking up in the spring air, the wind upon my felt bitter yet pleasant. All was well.

Breaking dawn was delightful. I was the subject of nearly all sightseers. I knew they appreciated my strength and beauty, my unbeatable companion and I were towering above the ordinary. My best friends and I were considerably similar we were practically mirror image.

Regrettably her breathtaking beauty was seized by an envious conflict by another country. There we were, peering down at the normal and the normal all gazed up in terror. She turned her head only to be attacked by a weapon in an attempt to bring her down to the ordinary. Blood was coming out from every direction, I glimpsed at her when I received a knock myself.

My eyes were blurry from all the smoke. My veins were evacuating left, right and center. The bacteria from the shot exploded my organs, more cells were rushing up in an attempt to fix the damage but it was too late. I couldn't support myself anymore. I collapsed to my premature death.

She followed me down. When we fall, we fall together. Others fell after us. Our death was quick yet painful and the remains of our bodies will forever be enshrined.