When it's Nightfall

My heart is being overtaken on the wrong lane-

I stand like a deer in the acid-yellow headlights, wondering if I'll die on this

Street of run-over roadkill. I can't stop for wishing that-

I want to touch the traffic lights with my ribcage in hand,

Smiling guiltily when they flash red.

Don't stop me now,

I'm on a new high-

I'll keep walking through the night until I 

Collapse,

A pile of flesh and skin and bones

On the weeds of my labour

In someone's back garden.

I'll ask again whether

It's enough

To keep going?

But it's nighttime now, so 

I'll have to stop

Until the light turns green

And I disappear.