Tin-can

I’m leaking gasoline.
My soles have holes.
Run ragged,
stripped to the bone.
I’m a splintered bat,
shattered by my momentum.
My heart lacks desire,
but it beats
it beats with the hands of a clock.
tick tock tick tock
I’m running on borrowed time
I can’t look back,
see no end in sight.
Lost track of where i am,
the path i’ve been following.
Vision blurry,
can’t see past the mist
I’ve polluted all around me.

I’m leaking gasoline,
I’ve bled all over everything.
Singed fingerprints,
shattered teeth,
no way to identify me.
My heart feels no love,
but it sings.
A tune I can’t identify.
Listen close,
it’s but a whisper,
far on the horizon,
fading with the wind
dancing across my skin.
Who am I?

I’m leaking gasoline.
Near empty.
I can’t find the source,
Can’t see where it’s gone.
Beneath my feet,
I feel what I’ve lost.
Behind me, it calls.
Screams for me,
a child with a soul tossed.
My heart urges forward,
no reason, no cause.
and I move,
there’s no other way.
Can’t look back,
can’t change the past.
My dashboard sings.

I’m leaking gasoline.
Stalled out.
Broken on the side of the road.
No sound but for the
drip drop.
I’m crying.
I’m afraid.
I know who I am,
who am I?
Crossed arms,
and crossed legs.
Wary eyes,
and wary heart.
I’ve been leaking gasoline.
Run out of energy.
Can’t keep running.
No more hiding.

I’m all out.
Empty, and waiting.
Thumb out.
Heart racing.