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
1 comment:
the darkness is pitch black. even on white tiles.
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