February 18, 2019

Speeding Car | #CapturedInWords


Somewhere in the dark without edges
The indicator ticks
Radio Four murmuring all the while
Grandma's hands are clasped around my own 
As my head falls on her chest
And steam rises on the windows 
Moonlight holds our sleeping bodies
Cast tightly against the other
Before she dissolves 
And sixteen years have passed like a speeding car
Expanding in the dead of night 
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