symbolism.

[let_d0wns]

She stood on the sidewalk, drenched in rain. Every few minutes a car would skid by on a thin carpet of hot street water that appeared in red and gold on the midnight worn pavement. Street lights buzzed and flickered, sending her face in and out of shadows. She was surrounded on all sides by beautiful suburban homes; and they, in turn, were surrounded by white picket fences. Everything was neatly confined inside something else, keeping it safe from the light infused night. Beside her she heard soft breathing, like only the sound of someone with no purpose but to keep company could be. She knew it was him by the feeling of his eyes on her and the gentle way his fingertips brushed the small of her back. Goosebumps scattered themselves over her arms and lustful chills shook her. "I'm here," he whispered; his words like blades slicing open the mystery and the loneliness of the night. She nodded and the rain continued to fall.

All at once the beautiful suburban owners of the beautiful suburban houses opened their doors, emerging in long white dresses, unfazed by the rain and its misery. Standing there, she felt ugly and out of place. Their eyes glittered and they raised their hands, husbands' guns poised and position fatally. One by one shots were fired into the night and two bodies fell silent like blossoms from cherry trees. They didn't fit in there, anyway. Their beauty and difference betrayed them.

The beautiful suburban women walked back into their houses.
Wrapped the guns back up in red velvet.
And went to sleep.

I wrote this just now. Its not that good, but its extremely symbolic of my feelings.