"...3," she grins
"...2" I hear the thrill in her voice  
"...1,"
Click!

The embers ignite with the distortion of a drunken fight
We struggle and fumble under the dark light
And its sleepy glow barely illuminates anything at all.

Beneath night's cloak we were
Free to dance with creatures of the night
With perfectly painted faces and
Lurid and artificially shaped talons.
I drag both her and it in, all at once;

My dizzying beauties are out to **** me- It
is a
race until
the end

And
I am
breath

less. I clutch
a trophy in shame.
This is my hollow victory