air

all i smell is gasoline, the fumes burning up inside of me.

it's dark and all there is the roaring sound of an engine.

press down on the gas as if my foot is getting heavy,

like cinder blocks wrapped around my ankles; all done with full intention.

i feel faint, light headed actually, but who is there to blame

but myself. only me.

close my eyes for the last time, recline the seat,

it's okay, i'm fine, im tired. i'm just going to sleep.