lightening on thunder. rainclouds over sunshine cities. superior and spectacular. i call shotgun on heaven or the highway - whichever comes first. dodging bruised bullets has become a habit. sit back or hit back. fred astaire. i'm the golden ticket but you just missed it. contrusions on collarbones as she shudders beneath his weight. it started as a mistake and finished as a heartbreak. tonight she's six vodka shots into the moment. bang. she collapsed behind bathroom doors on tiled floors. hold back her hair as she throws up all shreads of dignity and despair. we'll never reach tomorrow 'cause you lost me at the first goodbye. and the sixth. this isn't any bird/love song. two rights make this dance too long. the blood dries faster than the ink. the latter makes a deeper impression, vomitting courage into kitchen sinks. break a dream. sleepwalk through history. the exits are sealed with regrets and misery. there's no going back. he screams for you. she saves her screams for someone else's mattress. what a perfect caricature of love and lust. god cried for my lack of faith. he cried for the smiles and scars that are out of place.
the mime waits for silent applause. feet in open doors. nothing is enough any more.
these heartbeats are one of a kind.
