Lost in Orange | Page 59

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       59