I just keep driving.
Keep hoping to see the objects in my rearview get smaller than they appear.
Keep checking back and promoting forward
Some work in my hands,
Some earth moving beneath my feet.
I turn wide, sweeping empty corners
Following bridges to nowhere
And endless tunnels that just
Stay dark.
Truth is, I'm alone and afraid.
The shell you left behind yawns its cavern mouth
And I scrape to fill it with anything.
You were right, you were right all along about so many things.
My vain bravado brays its jester laugh
And I go digging again, just to spite the first rule of holes.
Maybe I'll find the 7 pounds I've lost.
Maybe I'll find the shining jewels of peace that I never had in the first place.
Maybe I'll finally find the piece of me that fits this space so I can be whole.
Pour me another, gasoline and whiskey
I drink to hope, to loneliness, to the road behind me.
To feeding the fire that will either burn my soul or consume my furious heart.
I figure either way, I'll be warmer.
Either way, I'll be one day further away.
1 comment:
Here the focal character learns there are consequences for her actions. Punishment or learning experience? Now she must endure a seemingly endless stream of insurmountable hurdles to overcome until at last she achieves her goal. In the end she is right back where she started from only now she has new information.
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