Vicissitude

All the while I knew

A change was coming soon

Riding in the car

Widow down

Breeze blowing tears against my checks

I light a cigarette thinking this is slow suicide as I inhale…comforting

Changes, everything changes

Labile mood indeed

Cracking up with no rhyme or reason

Caught in a vicious trap

Curious indeed of what lies ahead

What transformation will I have?

Lights change as I continue driving on, faster, faster

Red, green, yellow

Blurred colors through my weeping

I continue on letting my brain make its metamorphosis

This madness takes no prisoners undeniably

Juliet Wilkerson 9-8-07 3:48 AM

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