MY JELLY SHOES SINK INTO A PUDDLE OF EVERCLEAR
I HAVE BEEN DRINKING FROM ITS CRYSTAL CLEAR BOTTLE

MY BACK COLLIDES AGAINST A RAIN-SATURATED WINDOWPANE
WHILE MY FINGERNAILS RUN ALONG YOUR SPINE

THE LIGHT BULB GOES OFF
THE CONDOM GOES ON
AND MY TEARS FALL IN FRONT OF A LENS
THAT CAPTURES A SOUL'S TRANSPERANCIES