The death of us came through the car speaker
Black smoke rolled from behind the grate
The death clung to the synth beats
that tumbled around my knees
The death of us cut into my ears
and like ice, it slid down my throat
into my gut where
it sat, screaming
Your mangled heart knocked
and I let it in
12 tracks with your scrawl
Impressed on the back
The songs rot in my stereo
Fouling up the windows
The death of us rattled in my head
With those melancholy, strumming
Burnout tunes you like
Pulling on my eyelids
so that tears falls out
and my
fingers tremble
to the bassline
And my hands find
tiny knobs and switches
but I quiver when the
death pulls me close
The sounds become loud
to suffocate me as I weep
in disbelief
The death of us lives in my car stereo
Where I’m tempted to shatter its souvenir
Strung up with desire that
I could feel like I used to
That death isn’t so permanent
So instead,
I lock it in the glovebox
Praying for it
to decay
And that one day, long from now
I’ll open it and
nothing will be there
