somewhere in the middle. Riddled
with flaws, and translucent
as gauze. Two painted walls
flaking. Two unattended hearts

breaking. I leaned on him. He on
me. Both of us dead batteries. Wires cut
and sparks flying.  Fires begin with two
bodies lying. I lived to tell, all the while
he burned in hell.

Read: "Love Outside The Boundaries" by Sandra L. Wyllie