The radio crackles, drowned in noise, While fingers pull the past like string. Laughter—feral, untamed— Rips through cracked windows, Sharp as shattered glass. He clenches his ears against the howl, But it seeps in like cold water, Filling the car with midnight dread. Her mouth, a cavern of rebellion, Swallows the silence whole. The streets are empty, An echo without cause, And every mile stretches time, Dragging them somewhere— Or nowhere at all.