I saw this cool one-word poetry prompt and said screw it, I’ll try it. So here’s my attempt, brought to you by my car trauma.(Prompt: Ignite)
The idea of driving is easy,
Cruise slowly, merge fast.
Don’t dwell on perjuries of the past.
The car does the work for you,
You can hop from place to place,
Keep going with your life,
And extinguish every thought of
The air will mix with the gas,
It will always burn and burn,
I remember the day of the crash,
I remember crying for hours,
I remember sweating through my hands,
My air mixed with trepidation,
It built a tension that grew seeing cars,
And it broke when the spark lit,
I was uncontrollable at 16.
Too trapped by a past at 8.
The car was supposed to do the work.
I couldn’t get place to place,
I was stuck on that morning,
Reliving it day in and day out,
Always burning and burning.
But every time we see a bus,
We both die a little inside.
His spark settles after the fob turns,
My spark settles with a foot on the ground,
Yet we’re always waiting,
The sense that no distance,
I am one simple spark away from igniting.
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(PS: everyone involved in that car crash was fine, it was just extremely harrowing to trust drivers again.)
Divider credit: @uzmacchiato
Prompt credit: @picklemafia @faemaril