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