we sat existing on the side of a highway that felt more like an empty stretch of my insides. we sat there waiting for something to slip - a hand down a pair of jeans a heart down the rib cage a confession out of mouth. i want it all. you. the moon. the ocean to drown our city. i want you to bite my jugular until i can't breathe. i want to break my teeth on your collarbone. your car wasn't just a car but a place of worship. pressed against the cold of the window, the condensation saturating the thread of my spine while you undid my insecurities: fuck, you're so holy. you're a miracle and my soul's been looking for one of those for a while now. when you drag your nail across my stomach i feel like you've known me for my whole life. the backseat was never large enough for how desperate we were, but the clothes dangling from the windows were white flags to surrender with. the highway was never long enough because eventually you'd have to take me home. if god only knew how much i love you, he'd send an angel to destroy me. i'm too feral to be human anymore. i'm going to break my fingers because they're useless if they're not clutching you.
"in your car, the night you showed me your insides" - e.p.h.