tail lights burn the street red.
cold branches curl away from the scene
as the wheels barrel down
and replace you with heat.
twin columns narrow the highway
in to greet you.
eyes swallow the light and
it just takes you away.
tires spinning, engine-sputter
a body in the clutter of snow
where the rivers meet.
a night, a day, a night spent
on the ground.
white tail quivers red, shudders
coughing, mutters, crossing streets
toward rivers.
fender bent-in, shaped like a sweater
street cooking, burning bridges
you're never gonna stop, never.
eyelids flicker, pupils bigger
drinking in light little by little.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 12:38 AM UTC
tail lights burn the street red.
cold branches curl away from the scene
as the wheels barrel down
and replace you with heat.
twin columns narrow the highway
in to greet you.
eyes swallow the light and
it just takes you away.
tires spinning, engine-sputter
a body in the clutter of snow
where the rivers meet.
a night, a day, a night spent
on the ground.
white tail quivers red, shudders
coughing, mutters, crossing streets
toward rivers.
fender bent-in, shaped like a sweater
street cooking, burning bridges
you're never gonna stop, never.
eyelids flicker, pupils bigger
drinking in light little by little.
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