stunning and broken, orange seeds down the chin, sticky lips and a mist of rain that washes across the fender. all things come to the road, all things leave it. it begins and ends with exhaust, finds her fingernails before exhaustion. he tears at it, the canvas, the grass, the skin of an organ slick and wet and pulsing, nothing inside, black jelly, wet ants thick like gravy, warm and overflowing. i had dreamt this, she said and laughed as she pierced my ear, my eye, hooking a silver chain on both ends and tugs me to her.