a destiny is decided

[experimentanon]

waiting for a breakthrough

waiting for the fear to go out as with the tide to the sea.

his guts, so close to the surface now that any second now they might explode out of him.

she's crippled, but he helps her along.

helps her along thinking that she'll help him along when she can walk on her own again.

maybe just when his legs are about to give out she'll run across the room and catch him.

they'll float up to their own special place,

romance and decadence.

leave the toils for someone with a darker soul and a heart more hard and somewhat dingy.

those who are ruined have ruined themselves.

backs broken and minds bent in an effort to be practical.

meanwhile the voice underneath begs daily, weeping and pleading for a release and a decisive action.

and that day of determination and certainty sometimes comes and a destiny is decided.

or that day never comes and the poor fool finds himself trapped in a wrecked car bleeding to death and flames creeping up through the floor boards.

feet and legs cooking.

and a destiny is decided.