Streetlights crash against silent asphalt.

Yellow hues mask the cold.

Spinning circles convinces her

that she will never grow old.

.

aches down to the marrow

pains down to the root

butterflies scramble

my esophagus is

in tatters.

.

vodka

can't change

the way your memory tastes

.

starlight cuts through

eyes like bone knives

tell her I never loved her

even when when I did