Its 3am and all i see is the reflection of my face in the mirror light beaming in from the occasional street light; Thoughts in my mind as i walked through the door to greet her, Hearing voices in the back room i continued to the back of the house; My speed has increased and i can feel my heart being pushed up into my throat as i take a turn at about 90 miles per hour not caring what could happen; I can see them as the both of them embrassed, soft music, and candles. She said words i never heard her say and was in a position i had never seen her in, sweat running down her back; I see the blue lights in the mirror my speedometer reads 110 miles per hour how do explain the blood on my clothes and hand i just wanted to talk he shouldnt have pushed me, she's my wife; I know i should slow down but i put my foot all the way down the sirens are so loud the lights are hurting my eyes I didnt see the road turn. Am I dead i can hear people talking i can see a blur.........................(beep beep beep)in my ear everyday and i cant do a thing i try to move my arms but they dont seem to be listening to my mind i feel pain constantly shooting up my back why i now have to sit here with the memories and the pain i didnt even know what the heat of passion was until i came home that day. The heat of passion burns. I didnt know he was hurting her why did i cut her first i didnt know.(this is a fictional story) JW
