Standing in a moving car, with the roof open
surrounded by the violet sky
left foot up and resting on the back cushion of the front row
right foot getting sand all over the leather
Cupping his hand tight to his face, the fire illuminates his features
intently for one moment, one slow take
the wind flies into him
eyes welling for no pinnable reason
he drops all his nerves and pivots backwards into the rear seat
now his left foot dangles over the door
rolling his ankle while the speed creeps up
a sharp rock corner awning, but no movement out front
The car spins through the guardrail, transporting itself on the shelf, on the cliff, on the sharp cliff face
sliding down until it lands front up and facing
rolling forward over the sand
I haven't eaten in weeks
I burn effigies to stay warm
my throat is closing up
my tears are welling up
the forest is creeping up
the tide is waking up
a deep midnight blue sky
blending into the ocean
the waves pulse is crashing down
The wheels are shot, so is the engine
So he scavenged the shore, for the skeleton of a long, long-lost wood
Pitching the doors wide open and laying a blanket over the car
To keep the sun from getting us in the morning
so he rests his body on the sand
and against the seat
The salty ocean lapping at his feet
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