your foot taps right into my head
jesus! how far did we get
bonus elements, firefighters cutting through
push-elbow-bones
cracking
you groan like a stranded fly
stuck between the window
and the screen
a cinematic scream
gravitating masses with bruised faces
their complexions bleeding into one another
sticky foreheads sticking to one another
let go of me
let go of me
let go of me
a predictable mass of harmony
hangs above.