Dark bits.

Everything was in place, solid.

For years.

At rest. Ordered.

Then

A

    V

       A

           L

           A

            N

             CHE

Now life is sixes and nines,

new parts exposed, others buried under ruins.

Emotions torn away from natural progression,

tumble and swirl, rise and fall.

      But alive. 

Wonderfully battered. 

Beautiful bruises.

Adrenaline highs.

We run on false bedrock, unstable ground.

Every step together, a spin of the chamber -

barrel pointed at the heart.

To move? Insanity.

Still … 

pull the trigger.

One more step.

everything's shakin.'