Take the back seat
My legs are too long,
I’m smashed in, can’t keep my knees straight, everything feels wrong.
Makes me car sick, makes
my mind tick, anxiety turns my mouth into a dry wick.
Feel the hair on my
neck stand, backseat driver up to my neck in worried quicksand.
Look out the window,
fresh air lets the breeze blow
Forces the leaves to
turn, we start talking about it because we know
The rain is coming,
starts hitting the windshield like nothing
Crunched into the back
seat with my fists numbing
Turn the wipers on, soon
we'll all be gone
Our destination
determines the back seat won’t last too long
Slammed on the breaks
in a full stop, throwing me forward, bit my lip, slightly swollen, it feels
hot. Broke my skin, I taste the blood, just a small drop.
Open the door and let
my body stretch, the driver doesn’t even look at me, stares down into his phone
locked in melancholy and a paused itch.
Throw my jacket over
my head and listen to the rain’s sound. I'm fine with finishing this journey walking
on my own ground.
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