Free verse № 22970
Selfish
Screaming on the road white knuckles squeeze
deep. impact, shards of glass then sleep.
eyes staring into a jail cell foretelling
a premonition scraping fate's shell.
cry your sour tears and lock the
door. lock out the guilt and distract with
routine. the moans fade lower. apologize,
sympathize and wait. premeditation silence
is close. sacrifice for my convenience with
each chance I disregard. my bed is made
I am content another victom to resent. now
the silence screams reaction. a shallow grave
to bury my fate never regard as a person only
a mistake. the flashing lights interrogate
my soul. only now caught I see what I stole.
6 comments
swiched it. I was wrong.
question: what's up with the shallow grave? just being a drama king/queen?
the poem is about a true story.
this woman in florida. hit this man on the road. instead
of taking him to the hospital she drove home with him still
on the hood. pulled into her garage and waited for him to
die. then she and some friends burried him. I forgot how they
caught her. this was about 3 years ago.
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