Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess

F O U R T Y

i'm staring out the backseat window of my fathers old porsche 912

he glances in the rear view mirror to see if i'm enjoying the drive as much as he is

i have nothing but a blank expression on my face
but i see hell through my retinas

he asked what i was thinking about

i couldn't tell him my deepest darkest thoughts
i have them even in the most thrilling moment of my father enjoying the roaring engine, passing the speed limit, and smell of gasoline

"nothing father" and i smiled

c.r.