Coming Cars

January 11, 2012
I am
surrounded
trapped
captured
by everything.

And endless race,
this life is.
The finish line so far
from where I stand.

So I cheat.

Cool night air
floods my lungs.
My cheek
embraces
the raw pavement
beneath.

I feel a car’s roar,
its bright lights piercing
through my closed eyelids.

Here it comes.

I breathe,
once more.






It hits.

Finally,
I reach


nothing.





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