300 Miles

This haze doesn't move on.

These windows are clouded with fog.

My seat is hard and uncomfortable.

 

Who is the conductor and where is she taking us?

She updates periodically "hello passenger...its October now, you've been through some ugly places this year. Please fasten your seat belt, we are moving through the holidays now.  We thank you for traveling with us..."

 

How did I lose my damn ticket?

I don't like the taste of tears anymore.

I've cried enough for the both us.

 

I don't like her voice.

I don't want her updates anymore.

All I see is streaks of green, blue, brown, you.

 

Stop talking to me.

Author's Note

(fyi, 'stop talking to me' is not reference to hearing voices, its a euphemism)