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This is a train wreck. I'm a train wreck. I want it to stop.
Sometimes my head doesn't stop. I go from subject to subject. With each bounce I feel less in control.
I start looking for something to change that will make all the difference.
My head doesn't stop. I laugh to myself, sometimes out loud. I think I might be crazy.
I'm standing on the tracks watching a train move slow for a train.  it's coming right at me, carrying dark clusters of desperation. I either can't move or don't want to. When it finally decides it's dragged out the inevitable long enough, it fills my lungs with fuel ready to burn, and wraps metal around me like a snake in a horror flick.
I don't resist.

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Ariel B
October 5, 2016

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