Rainbow Shots

I slip away quickly as it flows through my blood and I can forget for a little while, but it always comes back, gasping for air.  We’re sitting at a table and the rain falls outside, wasting away under flourescent light as time slips down our throats and colors blend together like weightless clouds colliding into each other.  Without saying a word, there’s an understanding here.  You’ve got yours, and I’ve got mine, and we won’t talk about it in the open.  Then I hear someone says “she’s pretty” and I look away, because if even the best can break apart and dissolve and melt away to absolutely nothing in the blink of an eye, then I don’t even want to know what the worst can do.  There’s nothing left, but I can search on my hands and knees until they’re scraped and bruised to find something, anything, to give away.  I can’t let that happen this time.