At mile marker

at mile marker

At mile marker sixty-three

suddenly realized it’s another afternoon

going blindly away from you

just to breathe.

In my ears, humming dialect of pain

a glance in the mirror, mile marker ninety-one

heart goes faster than any Mustang

on a highway built for speed

proof it’s all I really need

to just breathe.

burn baby burn

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: