Lying flat, squished and sad, the road lined with white and yellow, proud and safe. It is dark as lights line the road showcasing the catastrophe for all. Your car lies silently under the star struck sky, the stars distorted through your tear streaked eyes and shattered windows. The barren dry grass surrounds the area offering no support or hope. The odd tree stands alone, dark and depressed as he realizes that his friends are gone. Forever.
Look. The light blinds your white skin against the black leather. The moon peers down from above, a bystander in a crowd of stars. It creates a ghostly white over the scene of distress. The ghosts come out laughing and scoffing at the hopeless scene below, They hand over dollar bills from bets lost and won. Grins from ear to ear as they confer with each other. Toothy smiles and shadow less bodies. The bodies covered in blankets of life line the lifeless dry road. You lie head to the stars, drifting off as the image mesmerizes you. Hair raising. You wake to feel shivers of cold breeze and the tingling of restless muscles as you wake blinded by the bright white light. The road now bored with the scene, no longer distressed as it’s arms retreat into the darkness. Gone.
The sun is gone and out comes the darkness. Clouds move quickly to conceal the mesmerizing stars, a blanket of darkness covers you. Innocence lies on the ground, being over ridden time after time. Your white hands hide me like a feather hides the bird. Innocence is powdered over your face, angelic and quiet. You smile, nothing is wrong. The white dress blending in with your pearly complexion, swirling around your ankles against the dim, gloomy road. Your laugh turns heads, confused everyone watches, fascinated by her happiness as she dances across the road floating around. All you can smell is this sweet perfume, dazed by the smell you look around attracted to the road. Your pupils enlarge as you become bewildered by the calling of the road.
Listen. The road is calling your name, as you wander around flustered in the darkness. You are brought back down to earth as reality overwhelms you. The smell of fear hits your nostrils as reality hits. The shattered windows creak trying to hold up to your expectations that everything is okay. The odd tree has been swallowed by the darkness set over the scene, ready for another day loneliness. You come back to the road hearing its condolences, drawn to its words as they mesmerize you. There is a rhythm in the road reminding you of home. You can hear the memory of cars zooming past and the steady beat of feet on the path next to your bustling city that is home.
And still, you stand there mesmerized by the beauty of the smashed windows and the tear streaked cheeks. Your fingers stroke the rough hubcap, then reach towards the moon to touch the innocence you wish you felt. But it’s done, you experienced it, you survived it.