The miles run by, I don’t notice, I don’t mind.
The desert sky grows darker, the road grows unkind.
It splashes me with memories like freezing cold water,
Flashback after flashback, blotter upon blotter.
The adrenaline is leaving my chest and I’m shaking,
Wondering whether I’m a prey of my own making.
Did his wife remember my car parked on their street?
When did they notice the blood on the sheets?
I know they’ll never find him but will it be enough?
Will I survive all the car chases and petty bluff?
And the desert roads answer what I’ve long feared:
“Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.”
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 