These miles devour me
my skin peels in shreds like
remnants of tire treads
a smear on the roadside
like a bloodstain to be washed
away in the rain.
Pieces of myself collected
to be displayed as souvenirs
stretched too thin across
vast distances.
Eventually I lose myself
in the landscape
becoming nothing more
than another piece of forgotten
scenery.
My comings and goings
beginnings and endings
intermingled within interstates
pressed to the pavement
scars like potholes
shatter through my bones.
There is no air left in my lungs
deflated with only exhaust
burning my throat coughing up
gasoline and bleeding out antifreeze
with no where left to turn
stranded and abandoned.
Labyrinth of the Mind 