Her eyes, green, oval, crinkle, razor focused on her prey.
He prayed for an accidental collision with an unfamiliar girl.
A kaleidoscope, pushing his tongue across his teeth.
But his game fell short.
She coils her game, waiting for the strike — to pull his guts through his teeth.
locking him in the corner of her dark heart.
He pounds the bars of the cage she placed him in; his breath seeps through a gag, covering his mouth.
She won’t let him go.
His self-esteem crumbles beneath his will to give up, suffocating the fact that things could ever be the same.
He turned the tables, waiting for her to let him go.