From R.
Dream Journal: Entry 1
on the outskirts of a lost highway,
(eyes trained on an upside down billboard)
snow burns my almostbare back,
hands bracelet my wrists.
i am silent.
my voice is stuck in my throat.
my heart stutters
as green taillights speed forward
(away).
daylight steals us from view.
they can’t see (save) me.
a monster licks its lips.
he exhales,
giving me time to wonder
why they’re driving
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