My escape (that may or may not happen)

When I’m foggy and forgotten
And my only hope is escape
I run away
In my mind my suitcase
Is already packed
And I know how to drive
The perfect old red Cadillac 
That sits at the top of the driveway
Waiting for me
To break
And finally run

Sunflowergirl

VT

18 years old

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  • Waiting for Winter


    I wait for winter
    in her heavy white boots
    and sharp sparkling nails
    her 5th avenue white fur coat
    and flushed pink cheeks
    she wears black tights
    taught over thin, toned legs
    summer and autumn
    watch her in envy
  • roots

    My deep tangled roots
    Twisted into knots
    Running cross country
    Are dragging towards the ocean
    Yearning for the sun dripping down
    Over wet seals bodies
    In warm embrace
    I want nothing to do
    With this life
    Today,
  • Sunday

    The rain has found its way
    Onto our mountain
    Drenching each new bud
    Reaching for life 
    In the foggy air
    Smothering their joyous cries
    As mud seems to engulf us
    One 
    By one