i can see her now
laughing, head back
backhand to lips
fifty obscenities you could
scream at her
to make her
hurt.
eternally confused.
a train with yellow fog lights
blue high beams
billowing smoke whistle
speeding along a curve
towards you.
nuclear sirens ringing in the distance
nuclear holocaust looming
the end of the world is beautiful
and so is his pain.
you could croon and coax him
into happiness
but instead you'd rather
heat up at his suffering
you know, you know
you're knowledgeable
and you know.
she didn't use names
but you hope her conscience eats her at night
telling her you're aware
because of the tone of your voice
over the cracked cell phone connection.
i'm hooking them up
but i like him too
you will destroy her.
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