When driving down an endless highway
Empty highway
Vacant like a closed department store
I accepted a dare
We closed our eyes
Before my eyes open a tree stopped us
Scents of iron, vodka, cigarettes
Cotton candy shampoo, fuel
Smoke, Coolant, burnt flesh
We pant, exhaled, breathed again
Cuts, gauges, a missing limb
Death nearby
The car is still running
We pull into reverse
Out onto the never ending highway
Then...
We see dawn break
Beyond the vacancy behind us.
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