The Challenger

Greyed out the night

In the sound of the sirens

Awoken mind

Trauma to my mileage.

Red turns to Yellow

Green shapes into Violet.

I'm coming home:

Sheets crinkled into concrete

Wrinkled, torn, and thrown

Too still is their silence.

Sway through the smoke

Lane lines chasing sign's

Gasoline, This exit means

Keep driving:

Left's unbridled,

Exhaust in the tail lights

Radio: my roaring breath

The cityscape in neon

Flashes in my eyelids.