Highway Headlights

Gauges began tired.

He and his headlights

Alone, like

How screwed he saw was

Of the road.

Kind of person

One around happy.

He just wanted the constant repetition

But the cool breeze gushing

Tried to eject his tape

For the damn radio would play instead

Window in an effect to refresh the rain clouds which

Under for the past five hours, he felt little tingles that

Reminded him of…

Contact !

Sharply slammed

Skidding franticly to

With from heard a heavy

Stop. The silence

hopes as he moves

Mourning over to beside the dying.

The coyote was a blood from the glow.

Happening up and moved to the back

Steel Crowbar

And he exhaled


Again and again

on the ending

the created.


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