kiss you like a whiskey fire, turn around, leave your heart in a riot
There's that old saying, about wanting to be late for your own death, showing up drunk with a smile. Eloise thought that's how she'd go. She thought there'd be some glamour in it, something beautiful.
But in the end all there was were blue eyes and the sea.
It takes her in, as it does all things. The water is cold the farther down she drifts and though there won't be any time later to ponder such things, Eloise is certain that time has slowed down. It must have done, because she's had an eternity to ponder those eyes. How blue they were. How knowing. And he'll hear her thoughts to the very last, until, like her lungs, they're crushed by the weight of the ocean.
But in the end all there was were blue eyes and the sea.
It takes her in, as it does all things. The water is cold the farther down she drifts and though there won't be any time later to ponder such things, Eloise is certain that time has slowed down. It must have done, because she's had an eternity to ponder those eyes. How blue they were. How knowing. And he'll hear her thoughts to the very last, until, like her lungs, they're crushed by the weight of the ocean.
lipstick in a cigarette pack on the dash, i'm a lady like that
