Something in the way

I feel fine anytime she's around me now,
She's around me now
Almost all the time.
If I'm well you can tell that she's been with me now,
She's been with me now
Quite a long, long time
And I feel fine.

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I knew a lot. I knew how it started. I knew what happened when they started the purge.

Everything was clear then. Fight or flight. We ran, flapping shoes echoing off the brick apartment walls.

Frantic glances over our shoulders as the shots rang down. Flinching at the sharp report. Surreal heart beating in your ears WOOOSH WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH.

You can hear the liquids pumping in your arteries and nothing else.

Chips of concrete and plaster dust filter through the sunlight. A perfect fit for a girl in need of a tourniquet.

Can you save me?

Come on and save me.

From the ranks of the freaks.

Set an edge and commit to descent. Gravity inexorably pulls and draws you down at an exponentially increasing rate of speed.

Set an edge and carve.

Flying down away. Just ahead of the closeout. Leaving only a whisper of a hint of a mist, a trace of your essence lingering on the cold breeze.

A plastic Jesus and a bathtub Virgin with Christmas lights as ignorant as a clenched fist, regretting what should have been, what could have been, what might have been.

One foot in front of the other. Don't look up, because nothing is sacred. Even the Pope stands naked in front of the mirror and asks himself why?

Why?

You think you belong to something that matters, but then you find you are grasping at vapor, gasping and clutching your chest, wondering what could have been, what should have been, what might have been.