It (#Wattys2016)

infinite loop

the constant circling of
burning rubber
brings us ever nearer to
a halt.

and i, whose will is
as sturdy as steel bars, begin
rubbing my aching
temples.

i hurt for sugar,
for the rush of a simple
carbohydrate.

i scream for fizz,
plead for a sudden jolt
of liquid excitement.

i ache to laugh
like insanity knows no friend
other than myself.

i want to smile.

but these desires fall short
in the utter silence of
these damned circling tyres
that will never stop.

we're travelling in circles.