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The Right of Way
by V. Blakethe road is slick
with gasoline
rippling out
from treads;
the windshield is
cracked,
the headlights
are black,
and it smells
like hospital beds.
10/05/2015 Posted on 10/05/2015
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/05/15 at 08:10 PM Nicely expressed V. Reminds me of a recent accident in Toronto in which a grandfather and three of his grandchildren were killed by a drunk driver. The grandmother remains in critical condition in the hospital. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/06/15 at 02:26 PM Man, this short piece is full of depth and horror and inner struggles. Love the short, quick rhyming lines, provocative title, the unsaid. Thanks! |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 12/19/15 at 09:47 AM I feel ya, kid. I feel ya. |
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