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Drive.

That's all that's left to do now. Mile after mile of flat listless asphalt. Roll the window down, the cool night air prickles the tiny hairs on your face, drying out your eyes and stinging the very tip of your nose. But you don't feel a thing, you're already numb. With doll eyes you take a curve, just a bit too fast, broken yellow lines straddled, blurred by. The bitter air catches in your throat, and you choke one dry cough.

It's the first day of spring, and bitterly cold. Fitting.

Cars fly by, blinding light after searing, blinding light. Why are they all going so fast? Unable to focus on any one in particular, it's too fast. If they don't slow down, they'll be dead soon. Time will be spent, and lives will have been raced through. You see this, why don't they? You imagine, with the slightly twisted and abrasive mind you've been endowed with, that skin ages and hair grays as they fly past. Who bore the wings they now fly on?

Your ears burn, the bass to blaring angry music has engrained white-hot fury into your eardrum, and the sensation is maddening. You didn't see that last curve, did you? So, pray tell, why are those headlights coming straight for you? What's wrong with society tonight, did they abandon everything they know? Those blinding lights, they break through doll eyes and expose the naked soul beneath. Just like those blinding green eyes, now sinonimous with high beams. Your senses dulled into those eyes, melted down and formed to their liking...and it felt horrendous every time. Closer now....lean forward past the steering wheel, to meet cool metal lips, once a warm summer's rose (equaled only by the ruby of those lying shotgun), now reality's iron knock.
.....wait.....
Only the deer-in-headlights look of the frightened individual in the other vehicle snapped you out of your sick trance. Swerving across the dead-grass-covered median, you breathe heavily. Careful, don't hyperventilate. The deap, raspy breaths draw in the bitter air. Salt, tasted on the tip of your tongue, must be getting closer now. Deep breaths, panting in rythmn just as she used to. Faster, faster, deeper, hoarser, unbarably....and covered in sweat, salt. Bathed in it, now, plastered to your face as a sign of affection from the fleeting wind. The salt on your skin, from when you rested her on your thighs, less than gently, both covered in sweat, and you laid your flushed cheek on the violent rise and fall of her chest. Dried now.

Focused back on the road, you notice that just beyond that bridge, over the guard rail, and back on an over-trodden path behind less than pretty townhouses, you once felt beautiful. She once looked perfect, felt perfect....despite the bluing of fingertips and quaking of purple lips in 28 degree weather. What were you thinking? Solely of each other, you suppose.

Push the accelerator a little more, this old car really can move.

Red light...too late, you're already through, it no longer matters if you get a ticket, it no longer holds the badge of honor you thought of when you were wild, teenage, and free.

The stench of overly salty water heightens in the passing wind, and gulls cry out to you, flying overhead, opposite direction. Fleeing from your impending maddness. Really, aren't you overreacting....no, no, no you can't be. She'll never learn if you don't. Street lights point you towards the darkness, refracting in water-wells rimming your eyes. You're bleeding, you can't see it, but you feel it. She broke you again, didn't she? Fractured a chestplate over a heart that no longer had the will to coagulate. Oh well, nothing to do but drive.

Those omnicient green eyes took you in, and lifted you up, so you'd have farther to fall before hitting the pavement. You'd hit it running back up, the last times. How many has it been? There's no way to tell now. Your body jolts over the speedbump at 60 mph, begging you to slow, nature knows no folly, none as great as yours. You believed in her, you ignorant fuck. And those eyes, boring a hole into your head, blinked, closed, and turned away. She said goodbye again, she lost interest in you. You couldn't keep up with the whirling high of momentum and white powder. You were the ground, and she....she tore your wings, for herself. Now it will be you that can fly.

You're the one flying past the others. This is your moment, and nothing can take you from it. Just a moment now, say no goodbyes, dont' ruin your altered mood. Now she'll see, everything. And she won't scorch the earth she walks over, you'll be saving the world, you know! Stomping the accelerator, your car quakes over uneven boards on a wooden road toward an absent horizon.

Just drive.

Tipped forward, hitting the salty water at 98 mph..and a dead stop. Sinking slowly, and still you think....now she'll see. Fading underneath the water, tasting just as she did, those long sex-driven nights. And you feel her, and you know....she won.

A little girl, emerald in eyes, and crowned in violet, stoops in sundress and barefoot to pick up a salt-soggy rose, drifting in with the tide. It's the second day of spring, and there is life anew.

Description
Drive.

That's all that's left to do now. Mile after mile of flat listless asphalt. Roll the window down, the cool night air prickles the tiny hairs on your face, drying out your eyes and stinging the very tip of your nose. But you don't feel a thing, you're already numb. With doll eyes you take a curve, just a bit too fast, broken yellow lines straddled, blurred by. The bitter air catches in your throat, and you choke one dry cough.

It's the first day of spring, and bitterly cold. Fitting.

Cars fly by, blinding light after searing, blinding light. Why are they all going so fast? Unable to focus on any one in particular, it's too fast. If they don't slow down, they'll be dead soon. Time will be spent, and lives will have been raced through. You see this, why don't they? You imagine, with the slightly twisted and abrasive mind you've been endowed with, that skin ages and hair grays as they fly past. Who bore the wings they now fly on?

Your ears burn, the bass to blaring angry music has engrained white-hot fury into your eardrum, and the sensation is maddening. You didn't see that last curve, did you? So, pray tell, why are those headlights coming straight for you? What's wrong with society tonight, did they abandon everything they know? Those blinding lights, they break through doll eyes and expose the naked soul beneath. Just like those blinding green eyes, now sinonimous with high beams. Your senses dulled into those eyes, melted down and formed to their liking...and it felt horrendous every time. Closer now....lean forward past the steering wheel, to meet cool metal lips, once a warm summer's rose (equaled only by the ruby of those lying shotgun), now reality's iron knock.
.....wait.....
Only the deer-in-headlights look of the frightened individual in the other vehicle snapped you out of your sick trance. Swerving across the dead-grass-covered median, you breathe heavily. Careful, don't hyperventilate. The deap, raspy breaths draw in the bitter air. Salt, tasted on the tip of your tongue, must be getting closer now. Deep breaths, panting in rythmn just as she used to. Faster, faster, deeper, hoarser, unbarably....and covered in sweat, salt. Bathed in it, now, plastered to your face as a sign of affection from the fleeting wind. The salt on your skin, from when you rested her on your thighs, less than gently, both covered in sweat, and you laid your flushed cheek on the violent rise and fall of her chest. Dried now.

Focused back on the road, you notice that just beyond that bridge, over the guard rail, and back on an over-trodden path behind less than pretty townhouses, you once felt beautiful. She once looked perfect, felt perfect....despite the bluing of fingertips and quaking of purple lips in 28 degree weather. What were you thinking? Solely of each other, you suppose.

Push the accelerator a little more, this old car really can move.

Red light...too late, you're already through, it no longer matters if you get a ticket, it no longer holds the badge of honor you thought of when you were wild, teenage, and free.

The stench of overly salty water heightens in the passing wind, and gulls cry out to you, flying overhead, opposite direction. Fleeing from your impending maddness. Really, aren't you overreacting....no, no, no you can't be. She'll never learn if you don't. Street lights point you towards the darkness, refracting in water-wells rimming your eyes. You're bleeding, you can't see it, but you feel it. She broke you again, didn't she? Fractured a chestplate over a heart that no longer had the will to coagulate. Oh well, nothing to do but drive.

Those omnicient green eyes took you in, and lifted you up, so you'd have farther to fall before hitting the pavement. You'd hit it running back up, the last times. How many has it been? There's no way to tell now. Your body jolts over the speedbump at 60 mph, begging you to slow, nature knows no folly, none as great as yours. You believed in her, you ignorant fuck. And those eyes, boring a hole into your head, blinked, closed, and turned away. She said goodbye again, she lost interest in you. You couldn't keep up with the whirling high of momentum and white powder. You were the ground, and she....she tore your wings, for herself. Now it will be you that can fly.

You're the one flying past the others. This is your moment, and nothing can take you from it. Just a moment now, say no goodbyes, dont' ruin your altered mood. Now she'll see, everything. And she won't scorch the earth she walks over, you'll be saving the world, you know! Stomping the accelerator, your car quakes over uneven boards on a wooden road toward an absent horizon.

Just drive.

Tipped forward, hitting the salty water at 98 mph..and a dead stop. Sinking slowly, and still you think....now she'll see. Fading underneath the water, tasting just as she did, those long sex-driven nights. And you feel her, and you know....she won.

A little girl, emerald in eyes, and crowned in violet, stoops in sundress and barefoot to pick up a salt-soggy rose, drifting in with the tide. It's the second day of spring, and there is life anew.