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.