Lights--screaming red
pulsing,
jarring him awake;
silence lying beneath
the front wheel
floating in a puddle
stained in Crimson--
packaged small
curled and rumpled
in a ball;
sirens flashing
urgency
posted in the rear view mirror;
remnants of a party--
on the seat an opened beer.
Soaked khakis seeping urine;
confusion paints the night,
writes the story,
seeds the fear.
A life exhaled on the perforated seam of sobriety.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write an emotional poem. Make your reader feel. It could be that they will laugh, cry, smile, etc. just make sure they feel something. |
Author Notes
Thanks to rasmine for the artwork.
Originally written as a run on, no punctuation.
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