My blue cheek presses against the icy glass while snow flakes dance like summer’s fireflies melting in the cold heat……and my friend of 18 years is oblivious at how far I’ve fallen inward; I’m a molested six year old in the woods again…

“—I was 17 and very immature, you need to know that – It feels so good to finally let this out, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this – anyway, when the phone rings I think it’s the police. I was babysitting—

My hand curls like an arthritic crab’s claw desparately snapping at the door handle; I hate everything electric. The seat-belt knows were pushing 90 and pulls me down deep into the seat, hugging me into it’s foamy bosom. This highway we’re traveling is narrow, pitted, and grey.

—a brother & sister, they were 9 and 10 years old and I forced the brother and sister to mess around with each other and then I would~do you think I’m a bad person? I drank a lot back then and smoked tons of weed…"

I’m a firefly. He’s a snowflake. And we’re both melting…