And she ran
through the hollow peaceful night
a juxtaposition
to her mangled thoughts
and indecisions

She ran
hair un-brushed
the laces of her tattered Vans
untied
She ran bra-less
She did not give one ****

She ran to her mother's
old hatchback
away from men who longed to hold her
but didn't
from the abilities
that escaped her
diluted by the thick fog of apathy
that never lifted

And she drove through the dark
the radio dead silent
hearing only the crackles of
her own whimpering
Wondering
why God broke her so
Why the stars were misaligned

Through the windy roads that
would otherwise thrill her
but now

Until the bonnet
Passionately kissed the gum tree
POW