by Lance Allen
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The glass was everywhere. I chewed it like gum. My lips were bleeding, but so were Sally's ears. Ribbons of shame streamed from the corners of her vacant blue eyes. Her mother thought she would be a beauty queen the day she was born. Her mistakes took her out of the picture before this indignity. I mumbled something, I wish I remembered what.
By the time the rescue arrived, she was hemorrhaging from her eyes. The baby blues had turned into death nails. I tried to think of when she had been giving me a blow job, but the blood from her eyes made me feel weird. I puked in my lap.
A sharp pain gripped my foot and slowly raised to my calf, my knee; the tendons and muscles are all gargling the glass from the windshield; Jesus Christ this hurts.
Lights shine in and out of the confined space, I smell hamburgers. Where am I? The pain is everywhere. Sally's pale skin in opaque; I can see worms behind her eyes. Why did I let her blow me? This is all a bad dream.
