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OBSTRUCTION OF EMOTION
Mist on the front window makes it hard
for me to see the road,
aircon beats out a warm steam,
mirrors catch the high beams
steering crazily past the cliff
facing driver's side.
Melancholia catches all the vehicles
in a veil of cool,
dim smog.
I catch sight of a very familiar light burning
low and humble, one single candle very
far off in the
distant
dark.
In an instant I'm frantically trying to
catch up with the child in me screaming for
a way to get back to what
left.
But there's no purpose in
this, no great wonder I guess,
in kids falling beautifully,
innocently,
naively
in love.
Hardened fence built over stunted playground,
painted dent that covers your
car - eggshell beaches lace earth of
your soul. No matter the
attempt there is only
contempt left to steer you
further
along the road.
Without much contemplation for
complication, you've noticed your
direction pushes toward the south's
tempting persuasion. Music fills the whole
room, the vibrations fuel my epic
burn as I speed up faster,
your spirit floating clear in my
sight.
And, with all of my might, I deliver a
tight and timely death off into the
soft depths of ocean that
bordered the
cliff. There's a silence as my car
sinks. down, if you look
closely now, you can see the floating
soul left behind from my
poignant
passion.
I never even had the chance
to catch
a glimpse of your
reaction.
- Charlotte Griffiths
Published by Charlotte E.E. Griffiths
6 years ago 
