By Josephine Barker
Icy roads everywhere I turn
The tight winding lanes leave me no room to mourn
While my eyes cry showers
I press on the gas
Yet my mind can’t push any thoughts past
I frequently forget fabrications of your face
You cling onto me,
Like water to a sponge
I am to you
A useless appendage
As long as you see me as a danger,
You will forever be noted in my mind as a stranger
Tears flood my face as I peer over “our” mountain
I try to keep myself in function
Yet it’s hard to think after you lit my heart on fire
I gasp when I see my drifting tire
CRASH
As I look out on the street,
I see the object that causes my defeat
I watch all the tree scorn
How could I have died from a tiny thorn?