A chord tugs inside their chests as they start to unravel. Bodies, filled with helium. Careless, explosive, expanding into the sky. But letting go was never a choice. As the chord is pulled tighter, tongue and cheek become something serious. They stretch, mere elastic ripping with each touch. Once they snap, chemicals escape once confined spaces, in sweet relief. Their shredded remains lay contently on the concrete. Uncertain of what is to come.
