Candy apple coated brake lights

cover

our skintight insights with

color.

Pink sinking insides

flutter

linking the physical

to invisible thinking

blink, blinking.

Guzzle the troubled drink.

Here here!

Here’s to cheers

clink, clinking;

(ringing ears)

hearing her

the one of yer

affection nearing

wearing earrings,

malaise,

and glazed eyes

of ice-white icing

+ pupils of circling flies

landing

slurping the surplus;

understanding it’ll hurt us;

demanding more,

yum,

some unwholesome

fun; a fling;

but wait, here come feelings

something real clings

unhinging your

dilapidated door—

(a well hated affidavit)

escaping on claws—

scraping out your core.