Another installment of the discoveries of my past writings.
Deer in the Headlights-Darkness settled in on the wreckage. The blood was coagulating, but consciousness flickered. The car left the road-he flashed that action-but why? The side pulsed pain in red pourings, and weakness coated hope, life. Closing his eyes, he heard the crickets sound amidst the long, black shadows.
Scattered Past
Crack-lines still visible
Some pieces don’t quite fit
Scratches and scrapes
The broken, mended vase
January ’88
Coldness snaps my face
Bloodied leg in the snow
Scars still show
Muddied mind in anger
Flint-strike danger
Opportunities missed
Damned with a kiss
Lonesome, unwinding
Scattered past
Vacation
Calm; he had forgotten how that felt.
It snuck up on him like fog on a lake, a sneaking cat into a sleepy lap.
And he realized how tired he had become, too soon,
when the journey was far from complete.
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