I want to turn up the heat, until we start to bubble and pop. I want to see us dying from intense heats. I want to feel your skin starting to scorch as we push up close against each other and whisper sweet nothings of pain and lust into each other’s minds.
I set out walking, with a different boot from a different pair of boots, on each foot. I hold my breath, and I worry a little when I hear her car getting closer. I wince, and reach for the gun she stole back when we were going to be in love with each other forever and ever.
It takes me eight lifetimes to make my way back to Highway 61, but when I finally get there, there’s blood in my teeth, hunger in my belly, and a readiness to get the killing done wherever the blood hits the road.
Look it up and down, that girl coming at us from a distance off. She’s dripping in interesting ideas I shouldn’t be entertaining, but I can’t help it. She’s just so fucking engaging. I’d engage her in a second.