already frozen fingers
feel chillier as i trace
pictures in the fog on
my windshield while
idling in the traffic of
an accident.
taillights bathe me in
a red haze, exhaust
clouds my vision.
my car blends in with
the New December sky.
i am not here. i am gone.
i am invisible. unseen.
i cast my thoughts to the
street&give myself up to
this calming beat.
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