Fleeting Sleet Slicks the Driveway

I watch the movie of your life, so poisoned and indisposed. Old and tight and ready to burst, the swing set push off lands in proof of concept verbal agreements, and past due bills.

"Slave heart, save face, and stop while the bleeding has slowed!!"
 
I'm screaming at the tv, this can't be the end!

You meet my eyes through the glass, and I memorize the emotion of breaking beaten horses, that don't get back up. I think I can change the channel now.