world crashes, hopes fail. breath rushes out in one gasp, leaving body weak and dehydrated. room spinning, head hitting the floor with one big crack. blood gushing through open wounds, metaphorically speaking. deception spreading, or is it manipulation? i always get the two confused. whatever. enough prose. things occur. i have no control. i am flipping donuts in the parking lot, spinning faster and faster, losing control. the steering wheel is slipping out of sweaty palms. good. i hope i crash.