the house is burning down, flames lick the edge of your soul, but hitting the snooze button one more time is worth the perfection i see in your dreams. underage mindfucking in a suburban setting. jailbaited behind locked doors and in backseats. hidden in threadbare boxers left up to the imaginative touch. would you still taste as sweet drowned in saltly tears over ice? sour green eyes watch your last breath fade from the windshield. suffocate on cheap perfume. im writing the story on a page you havent turned to yet. the fantasy turns fatal when you find out. stay on the same page.paragraph.scar.grain of sand in the hourglass. tick away time until the plane takes off and youre on the way to all youve ever wanted. destination: second chances in deserted hallways, entwined with second choices out of dress code. best friends around with suspects. i cant keep my own, would you ever have known? i write these words to fit in a place that never gave me a chance or passing glance, an identity to be questioned. falling in love with the backwards clock. waiting for the twentysix fuck. pierce the flesh, sensitive metal. exposed to a stranger for painful inevitable pleasure. arms wide open, raw and bleeding, your name as i walk out the door.