She’d come so far,
but not quite enough.
A lipstick tipped cigarette,
flicked on it’s last puff.
She hit the gas,
igniting,
setting fire
to the past,
speeding past
all the red lights that she passed
along the way.
Hoping, dreaming, thinking
about what would be someday,
if from today
she sped away,
and found a way to break
the past
into pieces,
make the present an escape,
find her destination
a place to face her fate.
About the Creator
jl wood
I write fiction I've been scared to post, and poems I spam everywhere.
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
Great pacing on this. Feels fitting