Ian's eyes stare through the road
absent of emotion,
not recognizing of the being in the street.
Her hands are above her head,crossing her arms back and forth
flash light gone lighthouse in December air.
Exhaust kicks at the pavement beneath us
and we are moving tidal waves on black water
Adam and I exchange glances and reach
for the wheel, a mutiny uprising,
she still hasn't budged from the yellow lines
wanting life preserver or death
walking the plank out of exhaustion from keeping afloat
muscles rotting away under skin
from lack of food, water, exercise.
I struggle to pull my eyes from her and
in an instant, darkness surrounds us.
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