22 April 2012

Drunken Headlights

A fire raged, tore through
her soul.

The blaze reduced
everything
                 to
                     a
                        s
                           h,
twilight ash that flew away
with every breath of wind.

His favorite swing underneath
the giant Oak
now moves unoccupied in
the evening breeze.

With the rise of the sun
comes the memory of that
black pick-up and its ever blinding
  
    head                        lights.

Her soul burned with rage at
the man driving that shiny F-150,
but when her four-year old
slipped away at 8:53pm,
her heart died…
And that burning blaze reduced
everything
                 to
                     a
                        s
                           h.

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