The skyline fades a broken frown upon all the company I stole today. From the early light with the dogs in sight, to the unfamiliar cigarette at the end of the night. My flip up phone has been diseased with triple thumbing curse because my texts portray thoughts i can't speak and surely shouldn't text. "Like last summer, remember?" he asks, as if I could forget. When his hair was long and turned me on and all I wanted was sex. But that same time, he was texting my best friends and they were thinking along the same lines. So we all got played and it happened again with the most unlikely character on the drumline, carrying a base and an attitude worthy of wrist-cutting, which I saw him do sometimes. For awhile it was three, but my priorities lie with her, so I ditched them and fell in love with a girl who would've killed me if only she had the heart. I'd love to murdered by the woman I dream of; It's erotic and painful, like pretending we're just friends. But Mikael caught me once and I think Jacob saved my life. I have a thing for dark unruly hair and an exaggerated outlook on life. I wasn't scared for his future because I figured he could handle it; that's what we said when we stopped being friends, and its what I apologized when we made amends. But that day he helped me skip school was the day we'd speak for the last time and God above, I wish we'd been saying something important.
Cut off and unconscious, I think I heard said urgently. Oh my god, my head is on fire and pounding like I've been run over by an elephant. Shit, my whole body aches and I taste metallic blood on my tongue. I don't know what happened. My eyelids feel like cement as I urge them open and then close them as quick as I did. There was lots of flashing light and it immediately went to my migraine. I tried to lift my arm and cover myself, but it's trapped down and I cant seem to move it no matter how I try. My legs are numb and tingling, I think something sharp has impaled one of my knees, and anything under them is enfeeble. I can't wiggle my toes or stretch my cafes because it's like they're no longer part of my body; I can't even see them, they're covered in debris. I start to wonder what the effects of Ecstasy are in moving vehicles, because I think we may be stopped, but for me we're speeding down. I want to talk and say something but I refuse to re-open my eyes and my throat is scratchy like the first time I downed a fifth of vodka and how I puked directly after. Is there anyone to even talk to? Well, of course, Mikael just was asking me a question. And someone was telling someone else that I was out, but I'm trying to say I'm awake. Maybe it'll help if I can see who I'm supposed to be talking to. I shift the part of my thighs I cant still control and there's sharp pain. Instinctively, my eyes jerk alive and I watch thin lines on my legs open and press blood out as substantial shards of glass are deeper thrusts through skin layers of mine. Oh my God. My arms are strapped to my side--the seat belt, i think. The windows in front of me and to my side are shattered without an inch remaining and there's a black man in a uniform touching my face, using some tools on the car door. We got in a car crash and the complete absolute terrifying shock finally hits me. I jerk and flail about, trying to free myself. "Hold still or this won't work, honey. You need to be still for me if you want to stop hurting" someone I couldn't see was cooing behind my ear. I relaxed simultaneously and whispered only one thing, "Mikael?"
Tell me why there's no reason we can't change.
When we all fall down, who will take the blame?"
