down
to
the
pale
skin
while
he
brews
the
oil,
what
would
those
cars
think
then?
but
we
just
stayed
together,
could
you
hear
my
heart
beating
under
the
steel
of
my
chest?
could
you
feel
it
stop
each
time
your
hand
slid
up
my
arm?
though
you
will
never
know,
you
swallowed
the
balance
in
my
steps,
made
my
rebirth
wobbly
when
we
grabbed
the
lava
at
the
window
we
started
walking
uphill,
bodies
warming
up,
your
grip
slowly
easing
from
me,
when
i
tried
to
hold
your
hand,
you
let
go,
shrugged
it
off,
and
at
that
moment
i
felt
it,
like
being
hit
by
a
texas
drunk
driver
at
3AM
on
a
saturday
morning
in
the
middle
of
july,
flesh
sweltering
on
the
concrete,
rejection
stabbed
my
bones
and
i
was
thankful
for
the
chances
i
failed
to
take
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