She uncovers her eyes

She’s dying inside.

She’s starving from anticipation.

So much food wasted.

She paces the floor and drinks another glass of water.

She’s hardcore.

Her skin is tight.

She’s starting to show,

I awoke from the dream, still somewhat fatigued and ravenously hungry. The wheels beneath me stammered over the open road, bumping along like Morse code in tune to the music of the teenager seated beside me.

On the third day, we took the shortest way

Climbed a mountain and I stayed

Found my wings, and dropped down

While I died, heard a sound

And the sound told me things

That had once pulled my strings

Then I saw my true self

I lost my favorite cousin

he was at a gas station getting gas

with his daughter

and his daughter’s mother

and someone ran over

and shot him.