“Only option is to cut through the roof Dan, right here, yeah just to the left of that door pillar”

Lying there in peaceful ruin
His filtered thoughts flipped back through time,
How young she was, how sweet her smile,
A check-out girl, yet at school
Everything still to learn – though for him,
Everything still to teach.

“Better be quick pal, poor bastard’s blood is pissing out like a faucet”

His peers had craved greenbacks, rapid promotion,
The girl most likely in the typing pool.
All he craved was Daniella,
To be in her arms the other side of midnight
Was to preview the unattainable
“Guess what?” she had giggled one evening,
He did not need guess. They named her Stephanie,
The image of her mother, the future of her father
‘Devoted’ but marginalises his paternal affection,
He lived for her.
Kindergarten gave way to Junior High,
His love gave way to obsessive need,
The girl never knew her father’s torture,
even as she entered her Sophomore year,
Although beneath him, Daniella cried-out in passion,
He had heard only Stephanie’s moans of arousal.

“Ok guys, let’s get this fucking thing off – we’re running out of time here. Joe – take the far edge for me.”

Through clouding eyes, he watched fascinated,
Had his legs always been that misshapen?
Emulating the failure rate of mixed ethnicity
Sprays of haemoglobin repulsed the steady leakage,
of the wrecked Audi’s transmission fluid

“Pass that defib down here quickly.”

“I love you Stephanie” he whispered. “Please wait up...”

He didn’t even get to hear “Clear” the first time!