Embalming Fluid

The bus ran into his face but he didn't feel or see it coming. He landed in my open lap and open arms, a picture of smiles and laughter. He wasn't bleeding, crying or moaning. He wasn't broken, sore or hurt. He was just a blonde boy with a warning smile before the bus ran me over.

'Dragonfruit and pineapple,' a passerby solemnly noted as they looked upon the seeming devastation of our two tattered bodies. They nodded to their accompanying party in understanding.
'Is that what it is?' The party asked, 'Spice and acid?'
'Nearly but not completely,' they replied as the bus roared past.
'A hit and run by a city bus?'
'No, that's a school bus, distinctly yellow.'
'Like I said before: spice and acid.'

We listened. We could've moved by ourselves but we didn't. We were only moved by each other and now we're smashed on the road together. There was nothing sad about the end to our happy lives.

'Dragonfruit and pineapple,' he said between the pigeon and the gopher.
'Spice and acid,' I replied.