Running

My car growls in its unruly protest;

it is smart enough to realize that 85 is far

too great a speed for this road

but i am running full force after the barely there

                           hardily visible

           my head lights on nothing

                                yellow line

that i am chasing.

 

I am not heart broken. I am cold.

an endless amount of distrust fuels

my breathing. This is me surviving.

I am furious. Enraged.

           and darling you are         endangered.

 

because with my wheels   calling in their favors

                to stay in touch with the road

I am hardly burning bridges fast enough to keep my

hands warm.

 

[there is no turning back tonight]

 

you try all of the tricks in the book.

and you are failing.

because I am prepared. Skilled in the ways of

treachery.                           I have been beaten with in

two breaths of my death. and

your mockery of “drinking all that rum you bought tonight”

isn’t going to                      f*****g cut it.

 

                stop playing games. I never signed up for any of this.

 

 

And no.

                I am not your “baby”

stop calling every twenty minutes. [I can not keep running like

this.]

 

I can hear my axle aching. all of these turns I keep taking

there is too much pressure building.

                and the imminent release is not promising.

 

because hot bath tubs can work wonders.

turning water into wine, isn’t always easy.

                    but I am ready to make that sacrifice.

 

this is me.

   bare and broken.

 

 

I am tired of running.

Reviews

[MagicHearted Knight]

Wow! This is a very powerful piece. The blank screen your canvas, you paint pictures with you words. The haunting visions evoke emotions, untested and all to often forbidden and forgotten by the vanilla of everyday existence. Once again you grab the reader by the collar, slap them hard across the face, and take them on this journey of personal enlightenment. Your talents enable them to feel each and every inch of the road both literal and figurative as you baredown on it's gritty unrelenting solitude.

[PianoandPage]

wow. rachel. i am simply blown away by this. the raw energy in this is brutal and beautiful and heart-rending.

you execute your anger and hurt so brilliantly in so many ways.... too many lines to quote. although a personal favorite is

"I can hear my axle aching. all of these turns I keep taking" - due to the amazing alliteration and internal rhyme.

this is a performance piece and MUST be pushed up to the microphone. i am favoriting.

[No]

i enjoyed this immensely.
it is distinct from your other works and i like the diversity. you have a very unique pattern in which you write and i think that it fits you well and you mold it to work better than most people would be able to. there were several "genius" lines that i read, some being:"I am hardly burning bridges fast enough to keep my hands warm", and "because hot bath tubs can work wonders. turning water into wine, isn't always easy.
but I am ready to make that sacrifice."
:), thanks for the read request
mj