Double Hearts

She had a future. No. She had two. She knew she had to choose. Her gaze wound its way around clusters of half dead souls in that body-infested house. There was no way out. No place to tuck herself away. In the musty corner of some nonexistent couch. No place to scorch her throat with blackened smoke and scream her lungs into oblivion. No way to avoid the impending wreckage that lingered on the road ahead. She was driving with eyes clamped shut. She didn’t want it. She didn’t want any of it. Yet, there it stood, fingers slowly digging into her conscience, letting the guilt drip from her lips, down her figure. Shattered promises glittered around her and cut deep into the soles of her feet. Promises of broken hearts. The world spun madly on unaware of her spinning mind. Hurtful. Hurtful. The music blared. Liar. Liar. Their eyes stared. Once she loved. No. Twice she loved. But now, in the climax of her twisted dream, she loved no more. In her guilt-riddled hands, two pulsing masses of flesh shimmered with absent light. She lifted her palms far from the reach of judgment, closed her eyes and let go.