The Escape

I remember standing in the gravel driveway the summer air, heavy and suffocating waiting with my duffle bag for a ride that may or may not come

It feels like faith to fling yourself so vulnerable and tethered into this world and hope the universe gives you this one thing a way out

I knew if I stepped back into that house you would kill me If not by your own hands, in an act of rage than bit by bit till I am a hollow shell that only whistles when the wind blows

the gleam of an upstairs light reminds me my days are numbered but the shine of headlights and the tearing of a passenger side door reminds me not by you