The headlights of the car light up the highway before us Her smile is the only thing keeping me from stopping the car and going back to my old ways And her eyes The road sign says “Turn ahead.” She turns up the volume and we sing along to our childhood songs And her eyes “Turn ahead: Steep cliff.” Her fingers brush across my crotch, and her fingers loop around my belt “Steep cliff. Pay attention.” The car swerves off the road out of my control Her eyes The car spins; flips, racing down the cliff like the wild horses she loved to spot on daytrips we had on Sundays Our clothes float like the gravity had left us Yet the car was still crashing down to earth Her eyes We are left hanging upside down, like marionettes from our seatbelts. I unbuckle mine and fall to the ceiling that was never meant to be a floor. Her eyes She’s hanging beside me lifeless and limp Bleeding from her now exposed collarbone cut from the crystal shards around us Her eyes Her eyes Her eyes They were still as beautiful as they were before they gathered a cloud of lifelessness before them