I wonder how to ever make it through this savage night,
The road goes on, imagined shrouded-beams illuminating potted, cracked asphalt.
Tears are jerked out from me like daisy petal game,
"She loves me, She loves me not".
Other drivers, people, seeing blacked-out flying Mercedes, northward-Bound.
Bound; Ankles and wrists, also, metal devices crush skin and bruise flesh.
I see on mind-fantasy cinema, outside freedom, now, and past. Past to live.
Savage night future though is here-present, and a likely intimate future.
Started by betrayal, mine, my own. Folly against heart-sister once loved, now Hollow.
Hollowed out eyes, I wish to weep, but blood-tears are just injury, not sweet.
I laugh at this, laughter in the trunk, no one hears, still it is special, holy.
We made vows, two of us to not be apart, we'd share life together as University friends
Taking class and taking the world hand in hand, but then we met Him.
Chao, you wanted him and so did I. What a change, we didn't share this secret.
Depths of desire coursed through us both, gave passion to our love, but rather,
aimed at another. Another lover. Such a frail thing, feeble, but it broke us.
Chao, driving, driving. But soon you must decide a future, your Sarai sobs blood.
Blood on white sheets, I betrayed you Chao but it was unto me my own betrayal stung,
I lie here in your car Chao, wondering if it was worth it, worth this.
In times past we drove together, to beaches and shores, mountains and valleys.
My ears hear our road now, we go to our little cove where we shared love on warm sand.
I have time to think back as I hear a shovel digging in the saline sand, memory rush.
Three months have passed since blood betrayed our sister-and-more bond.
I moved out with him, you took it badly, ripples of anger on beautiful lecture-bored face.
I knew my wrong and the hurt such caused, but wanted it better than I deserved.
Deserving then I was, when used and discarded by Him, my worst fears were confirmed.
You found out, hid your reaction deep in renewed friendship-smiles.
You gave to me again but wound ran deep. Till this night though, I didn't suspect; murder.
We watched a film, I fell asleep on your lap, you murmured my future into my hair;
and threw the bottle of pills away.
Away from safety, we come at last to it. No eyes but I feel trunk open, sea-breath intrudes.
Gloved hands grasp me, I think yours, you don't have enough strength to lift me out,
So my arm tears on catch, involuntary scream wrenched out of tired shell.
Silently the senses abandon their connections, as shovel strikes down;
Then rolled to Sandy grave-rest, final kiss never realised.
