A sinister feeling was not forebode,
No one saw the wicked bend,
That sent us reeling to our end,
Tarmac heat and gnashing teeth,
My love to you do I bequeath,
Before this takes its dying breath,
How did we come to sudden death?
You were always my car-crash romance.
Scarred and broken, you left me.
But you're so God damned beautiful that I wish you well.
***
Did that hurt?
No?
It will soon.
I'll make sure it does, and when you least expect it.
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