keys slapping the steering column as lights carve the three-AM fog with fingers withdrawing to deliver and unlock a glistening smile

‘I’m glad I wrote it.’

‘It’s the most painful thing I’ve ever read.’

‘I’m sorry.’

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I am incapable of trust and cannot be trusted.

Faithless.

Non-existent.

Separate.

Alive.

A lie.