It was late. Too late for apologies, too late to be forgiven. The payment for choices long made came due. You died in a mangled heap bones and blood streaked like roadkill the aftermath of passions wreck ears ringing white noise insistent eye lost consciousness and the overdose of pain both stunned by the way we came out of the fray your wild, dark space to my untamed taste. We bore into each other perilous wound, licking holes of need, danger skirting my legs and me opening them a little wider