Summā Cum Frustratione
It’s 3:46 in the morning and I am numb
My mind won’t stop; I need to get away
I try to call a cab, but no one is awake
So with shaky hands, I take the wheel
The city is asleep, void of life and light
No cars pass me by or push me forward
A corpse sits in the passenger seat
It might as well be empty, for I am so alone
My headlights go out and I am blind
It’s too dark to see the road I drive
I reach for a map and I find a brick
And realize I have no destination
The solitude and unknown are staggering
My nerves begin to get the best of me
With sweaty palms, I drop the brick on the gas
Ive lost control, helplessly speeding into a wall
I gasp for breath, steering wheel in my chest
My heaving permeates the defeaning silence
The windows are stuck and I see no more outs
After years of running, I surrender to the suffocation
Something flashes just before I close my eyes: ahead, a lamppost flickers on
Under it stands the goldened corpse reborn
With a new strength, I grab for my door
And drag myself out of the darkness
31/8
