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