Old NC 10 and Dove Creek Road

From my chapbook, Naked:

Old NC 10 and Dove Creek Road

Momma always said folks should drive five miles under the speed limit when the weather’s ugly I walk the back road to Durham flash flood warnings still up the truck slams me to the oil-slicked road my scream drinks air I clutch the kingdom to my breast feel a surge of power warm my arteries infuse my heart, spark fingertips, set me aflame windshield wipers thwump, thwump drizzle quenches engine’s thirst diesel fumes hit-and-run the air I wait for a sign of redemption don’t bury me where I fall I want assurances I know I’m dead can I slip my name at the end of the list under the radar, before someone sees? what’s going to happen to me now? the long goodnight drags ghostly voices through my head whispers through the din air smells like egg salad gone bad I knock on the door to hell footfalls echo on a slate floor I tear a page from my memory my tears spill the page grows back silence slinks away there’s an angel he stands on the side of the road at the bus stop in front of the hospital he carries my discharge bag © 2018 Cindy B. Stevens #Angel #Art #ArtlixirPoetry #DarkPoetry #IGPoetry #IGPoets #InstaPoetry #Life #LovePoetry #MicroPoetry #Poem #Poet #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #PoetryGram #PoetryIsLife #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryLovers #PoetryOfig #PoetryOfInstagram #PoetryPorn #PoetSociety #PoetsOfInstagram #SpilledInk #VeinHeartArtisans #Wordsmith #Writer #WritersOfInstagram #Writing Photo credit: aleksey-malinovski-WY5JN_lPGbo-unsplash