Exit

My eyes are so heavy

And the road in front of me

Is like time lapse footage

Miles of black ribbon

Disappearing under the tires

Little flash frames

Between zoning out

And coming to

An uneasy Schumann on the radio

I think about hospitals and clean white tile

The rhythm of a lifeline

The date of expiration

And I realize

The center divider is a better exit

Than any off ramp

I want to die screaming