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There was me, and the tobacco smoke,
fresh from the end of a burning midnight cigarette,
curling stifling in the air.
No baby in the backseat, just some clothes,
a sketchbook, a garbage bag,
some books, a blanket, and you.
You, with your midnight eyes, deep dark mirrors of the interstate guidelights,
black like asphalt, like the sky, like the road;
reflecting the embers of your weapon
of choice,
a Marlboro that smelled like road dust and burning tires.
Put that thing out, I said,
it's poison.
You turned your head. I saw your eyes in
the rearview, all pupil, all dark.
Mile 182. And you said,
So's life.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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Cozzy said...
Apr. 11, 2013 at 5:17 pm:
I loved this! The tone you used was perfection, and they was you portrayed it was nicely done.
 
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Theholethatiswhole said...
Mar. 26, 2013 at 8:02 pm:
Adore the ending. I love the aloof, detached tone. Nice attention to grammar. You really have a grasp on how to manipulate it to your benefit. 
 
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