Highway Hypnosis

I keep the car moving,

at least to put on a good show,

and hope that the brakes work

whenever I finally need to slow.

The rearview mirror is torn off

and white knuckles grip the wheel

hoping to make it just one more mile

before the belts start to squeal.

My foot presses down

and blurry images fill my sights.

I only hope I won’t miss the exit

driving with no headlights.

© Autumn Siders 2017

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