While spooning out all the loose-ended, marred veins crossing over your arms, the light caught you. And all the glitter glue around the outside of my eyes absolved into a deep and passionate nothing to coincide with the emptiness that was intact and effective in my body’s lowest fragment. With a front full of curved and sinking bones, an ice-capped water wheel dropped out over a wall of pale iridescent blues and draping velvet lilac. Dank swirls, toned like the tan shoulder blades of poorly plotted earth, acted as an influence and drew your no less than gorgeous, maraschino cherry tinted blood. ‘Twas thick as the sky clouds and began curdling quick as a thorn takes a tongue, appearing before anyone with the stomach (full enough of smoothed and failing parts) enough to observe as glorious waves. And the remnants of the sparkling adhesive ringing my eyelids melted and pasted my thoughts directly onto a beauty so rare and fanatically morbid as the aforementioned scene. Treacherous visions littered the empty passageway in the back of my brain, there’s champagne bubbling there and telling me just smile for the moment bound to a leather frame. And I did. I was spooled in, more like a kite distraught in the everyday bluster of early winter than a girl half the age of a beautifully dying stranger who was dropping ribbons of life around my forearms and lips and forever fixated eyes. I glanced shyly into the sweeping, blue puddles between a misguided mind and mused extensively of my consistent inhumanity, parting my lips no more than slightly and dropping a half-smoked poison onto the arm of a perfectly dead stranger I was straddled over. As I strode with great leisure out the damaged opening of the cheap, sleazy motel room, I wiped a bit of blood from my thigh and soon became one with the nearby stone-lined river, whitening a name so outlined with charcoal and perhaps revising my destiny…