The Favor

January 10, 2008
By Sharon Zelman, Southborough, MA

Smash goes the gas, fast, fast; roads draped in glass, and ash. Lost your own game; time to run and take a breather in the rain. No apologies; I’m getting sick of your anthologies.
Why are you still calling me? Learn to love the life you live. I’m gone now like a match swept under the rug. Abuse for amusement is like death in a comedy. It creates a reckless remedy.
Distraught as you may be, but with no return. Maybe you’ll understand the burden, you gave me in return.

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