The two red lights down the far end of the road are shining like stars.

I think of my girlfriend, her laugh and her eyes shining like red lights themselves. I see a white light from inside, maybe a figure. Maybe two. I can’t tell. I think of her skin as it pressed against mine that night. Her slim body leaning over mine that night we first met. I can still feel her skin, the rocky dirt and dying grass. I can run my hand over her breasts. My hand presses the cold ground. I feel her.

I can taste her blood.

The car is moving and I can see her eyes again. I can caress her like I did many of night. I begin kissing her face, the taste of dirt and blood fills my mouth. Her perfume always got to me. I could smell her from miles away. I could feel her from miles away.

The car is disappearing over the horizon, as these dark woods grow darker. I don’t care. I am with her. I turn to my left and put my hand on her hip; a piece of glass cuts me.