She made threats to slit my throat while waiting for the number 8 bus. I can't remember the color of her eyes, but the smell of her breath reminded me of cotton candy left out in the sun. Soft touch on rough surface, this skin is mine to protect. She made threats to forget me while waiting for the number 8 bus. I waited for her to touch my face, but nothing became of her hollow threats, they fell upon deaf ears.
She slit my throat while waiting for the number 8 bus. I didn't wait for her to find my sweet spot. I stood behind myself and watched the color of her eyes turn black. Her skin became cold and my heart became numb. I'm nothing without her to make me feel alive. Her threats kept me even, made me aware. I will not survive without her, so I watch her eat cotton candy and make threats at the number 8 bus stop.