(on a mattress on the floor of a stinky girls room listening to her Neutral Milk Hotel vinyl)
Me: what’re those?
Her: effigies,minerals, topaz-
Me: that’s dope. Ur like a witchy girl? dope
Her: actually I’m Wiccan
Me: dope. Dope. Can we turn off this music Im getting scared
Your boyfriend: I hate you bitch *reaching back to slap you*
I materialize, cloaked and armed, my hand touches his forehead
His head snaps back, eyes rolling. He sees in his minds eye a sky broken, an ant crushed underfoot, the fall of Rome
On his knees weeping: I love you..