Day 18:
I keep hitting these potholes in the road
when I'm not even driving. A succession of cars
passing through my body.
All of the ones that have
driven these roads before
in the same patterns but there is no
method to my madness.
Like the snow I will fall
and like the snow I will melt
and drip
drip into the storm drain for my soul to become
one of many that has gotten lost down there.
I bet I could have a college fund
for every coin lost through those bars but the condensed walls
wouldn't be able to contain me. I am loud and I
take up too much space. I'm sorry that
I have to duck when I enter your home.
Gender:
Points: 220
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