That’s Just the Way It Is
His demons scour the after thoughts. They cannot cleanse her. THEY are an acidic lot.
Oh, how we drive. On and on and on, curiosity ever lasting. Ego’s intoxication. The after thoughts of Id’s intoxication.
Motoring to stay alive. Sisters left unarmed. Daughters fractured and farmed.
It is only an after thought. The cutting stillness. Silence that remains motionless.
The way IT just is when driving away from an accident. The way IT just is knowing what was meant.
Yours from the Road-