The Opiate, Winter Vol. 16
Road Trip Susan Richardson Tire tracks scar history onto the asphalt, pulling travelers into the story of a lost highway. The heat hits the ground like a truck barreling into the skin of the pavement. It is a road that time spat out, where secrets take cover in trees that stand like sentinels, waiting for the rain to lull roots from the dust. Dreams bloom under a veil of branches, plucking shamrocks as they fall from the sky. Music winds its melody into the clouds, colors clamoring to saturate the air, until the hum of an engine creeps over the hill, leaving the metallic scent of death on the landscape.
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