Blink
I. There is initial contact,
the passing of the drink
to the girl who is more into
this than I am.
Peering into glossed-over eyes,
Pleasantries are exchanged as
plan our next moves,
preparing for what is bound to happen
II. Touching the cold and dew-soaked metals of
the car. It's smooth, yet tough, and if it ever came down
to it, it could stand up for me and
take a beating.
But being a decent driver, I
believe nothing wrong can happen
behind the wheel. Just keep your eyes open, don't
blink, don't let everything slip away for one second.
I. Conflicts arise, but only within me.
Call her a friend “friend?” because I've been
caught in playing her on before, but I
can't stop playing, flirting, chasing, touching,
II. I shouldn't be driving now, but
it's necessary. Everyone knew my
Intent but me, and here I am,
isolated in my alloy shell, protecting me two-fold
I. We found a room and crashed
II. through a thicket of yellow and white
I. sheets tangled and trapping
II. me under the shredded metal
I. bed frame, the accomplice to this bad idea
II. goes through my head and I'm worried it's my last
I. time I'm allowed here because I fucked up again
II. and again and again and constantly rolling and falling,
I blinked.