Sunday, September 16, 2012

When do the Wells Dry Up?

With shaking fingers,
she put her hands on the wheel

She turned the music up
a little louder and let the words
carry her out of her own mind

She belted along and harmonized
and drove down a road under
a darkening sky

And for awhile it kept the demons
at bay

Until the words of a song were
so close to her heart
that tears streamed down her face
without her permission

And silent sobs escaped between
stanzas, as the sun continued to set
and the road stretched before her

What would it be like in three months
when the road went much farther
and the space between escalated?

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