It was late.
It was night.
I glided on a car made of skateboard wheels and twine.
Street lights twinkle like faraway stars,
But the road below me shone black as an underground pool.
Passing lights overwhelmed my sight
and the black of the road left me blind.
I reached out for the painted lines that curved and swayed the road.
I could only trust my fingertips to steady me on this sooty path.
Gravity pulled me toward my destination.
My descent grew steeper.
I called for you, fear pitching my voice higher.
My eyes are plucked out.
The surface is too slick.
Night's maw is open.
I fall and she smacks her lips.