you are driving too fast and i do not think
that i can catch you, or slow you down
or grab the keys right out of your hand before you
careen towards the place you called home
or scream at the drivers behind the headlights
blinding you as they speed around your rough edges
a million miles an hour along the side streets of your mind.
A/N: This is probably the shortest poem I've ever written. Comments, maybe? I'm noticing a lot of silent readers.
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Clean: An Anthology
Poetry{#73 in Poetry- May 17, 2016} A series of poems and essays about the things I wish I could say out loud. @soundthealarm made the gorgeous cover.
