As I stand in the middle of the broken street,
Cars speed by.
Each, comes at me like it needs a head on collision with my heart.
I want to keep them away,
To somehow control them.
Of course, I'm not driving.
The cars, so many cars,
I try to run but I am trapped.
I close my eyes, they are still there.
They laugh.
They taunt.
I try to cry out,
And I do, I know I do, but the sound is lost.
Lost with the sound of the cars.
I cry.
A car slows.
I rejoice and laugh out loud.
The car speeds away.
I, in all my frustration, run my fingers through my hair,
And scream.
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