General Poetry posted August 20, 2022

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Made to raise awareness about texting and driving.

The Last Text

by Thomas Troso

We drove with the sunroof open

So the breeze could tangle our hair. 

We rolled through stop signs,

We ran reds as the others did,

And we pressed send on the highway.

We laughed, sang, and answered the phone.

We were so carefree and naïve,

Poisoned by the modern world.


Suddenly the music stopped.

Firm, white pillows of regret smacked us in the face

With a force so vengeful it could have been alive.

A powdery, nauseating smoke overthrew the dashboard.

Our seatbelts remained in their resting position,

And the glass edges in our skin were skillfully sharpened.

As the vehicle circled the road as our Earth does the Sun,

It felt as if our Earth had stopped revolving altogether.


The shattered windows represented our punishment,

Though we would have preferred a ticket.

As the sirens wail and they dress us in the plastic,

We lament the invention of cell phones.

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