She call my name. She dead on arrive. I'm clinging to her moaning, killing time. I stay on my game. I call for the light. She took on my brain! She call my name. She live for the fight. I live for the same, terrified. Cut off from the corn field and tethered to The vine. Fleeting little molecule. Fading line. But I stay on my game. I call for the light, a fool for the flame burning bright.