So I stain hands with love hearts that are going out of style and the night drowns, turns upside down and expands endlessly as the buzz reaches my toes. We can keep sending heartaches across the distance, but you’re not here now and I thought I saw glimpses of you lurking behind blue boy’s eyes as he leaned in for the kill.

“I’m only human” I said, even though my hands were shaking beyond all repair.

“I’m only fucking human.”

Your silence moved across the ocean and attacked, knocking me right between the eyes causing me to fall backwards onto blue boy’s bed.

“Human’s don’t act the way you do precious.”

A growl, a kiss laced with teeth and I unravelled like a thread from your favourite sweater. The night pans out endless and shrinks as the buzz fades.

Smudged make up, half there hearts, bruises, torn tights.

“Where you from, precious?”  

“Doesn’t matter. Just fuck me.”