Today my voice is raw,
bitter, uninhibited;
spilling words
like bullets
being fired
through
war torn
air.

The silence
in this car i
s bitter.
The heat's turned
all
the way up,
pumping carbon
through vents,
poisoning our lungs,
gauranteeing us an early escape
from
each other.

I can see the
sweat
shining across
your mismatched
features.
You tell me I
might want
to slow down.

I tell you
that you
might want to
shut the fuck up.

You look at me
and I shatter.
I remind you
of every
promise
you have ever
broken.

Pieces of self doubt
are sticking
at odd angles
out from our
shadows
and when I shove you,
you crack in half
and your butterfly
wings
rip along the seams
like every thing
you've ever
said.