Ditches

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Trigger Warning: References a car accident. 


ditches so deep / they serve as graves / pavement laid / proudly by your father / or perhaps grandfather / now tarnished by the glass / that cracks like ice / everyday behind my eyelids / sixty miles per hour / how fast can a lifetime go? / the sun looked away / and clouds stretched their necks / I didn’t see my elementary school carnival / my grandma’s kitchen table / or his face  / all that rang through the air / a curse from my lips / I braced for the unknown / the sea waves / loose and wild / took hold of my ship / then / I flipped / all that plagued my shell / that I didn’t hope to leave / was how to slither away / from death’s metal trap / then I landed right side up / I shook with the force of / thousands of fiery bees / no scars / no snapped bones / I walked to my refuges / only a day of aches / but four years later / I know what steep hollows hold / I know the lives buried in ditches

This poem was published by Crow & Cross Keys.

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