Monday, April 1, 2013

Black Ice and Fisting

It's just words on a page. Something I can't face without actually looking. Delving deeper into an understanding isnt easy. Certain doors slam shut once you walk through them. My car stutters and jerks when it's cold, unable to warm up fast enough. No wiper fluid and the salt from the pendot trucks has my windshield looking like dirty bathwater. I swerve through life as if its all a sheet of black ice. Eyes looking forward not paying attention to the road right in front. I hit the slick surface and lose control. Kareening in all directions. Music plays.