FIVE AM, OHIO

October 26, 2015

My hands fell on morning

Hard leather, cigarettes

Tint midnight memories.

Smoldering red sun snuck

Up on me. Heartbroken

Mother draped in her gown

Waves me off. From my home

I am free. Speed away

From this place which swallowed

Me, or so I believed

When I went so far West

Dripping in teenage angst

Dirty and determined

I can’t get West enough.

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