*crunch* *crunch*
*crunch* *crunch*
(silence)
(sirens in the background)
(horns from nearby traffic)
(you can close your eyes now, if it helps you imagine)
(stuck between tire treads)
(sparkling like magic)
Dreams: Fuck…
(end scene)
Her Two Cents
Lost diamonds in a zirconia world; dreams tread upon.
It’s a magic realm this place called Love.
*crunch* *crunch*
(fade to dissolve)
