Thursday, July 11, 2013

Driving home

T-Minus 7, 6, 5 praying for a smooth ride. There's numbers, lists, letters, words, nerves, memories and emotions jumbled up in the fore front. Trying to navigate through the storm, there is daylight on the other side, it looks peaceful and warm. She's still surviving. Swimming fast. Living her life. She'll make it to the finish line. She needed that nudge from the sting she got from that cut. The blade bleeds, it didn't cut deep. She's already healed, skin peels then she starts again. Scars show pain from the past that she'd prefer to hide away with the former, never utter a single word on him. She's starring in this new hit drama and is the creator, the writer, the director, the leading lady of her own pilot, co-pilot, holding it steady, ready to give the word from top of the control tower. Clean landing, fresh out the shower, slip into a new pair of sneaks, he gets to caress her flushed cheeks beneath those dry, lash curled eyes. The color is mesmerizing, the voice, the tender sensitive touch from her frozen love. His sun multiplies and defrosts her frozen heart, it starts pounding, beating hard beneath her breast underneath her chest plate. With a full belly he's ready for a warm, sweet dripping desert to top off the mood. It's understood she gets hers 1st then he can devour the rest. The sharing is the test and the meal is filling but still she needs something more. She is never completely full. She leaks fuel. She needs a better mechanic who can diagnose her under carriage with care only putting emphasis on the root of her issues and helping her manage the wear and tear. She never knows who will disappear and who will still be there when she turns around to ask for directions, a landmark, any sign pointing her straight ahead. Hoping it's not too late she asks for a double, an old friend says, You look troubled. She says no, downs her drink and leaves. Reverses from the scene and ends scene. The empty lanes are serene, no sun gleam, no baby screams just her in her own lane. She's finally driving home.

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