Fragments of jealousy

I see her naked body, being infiltrated by his flesh.
Outside though, the city is burning, a raging crowd assembles amidst the flames:
their open mouths, screaming out silence, because only her moaning can be heard.
Her hands hopelessly trying to regrip the void, where I used to be.
Their sex is an act of pyromania.

Curse you both, for being so free.