Your Lips

Amy leaned back in the moving car

Feigning sleep, she cranked back her seat

To look at the stars in the black sky

Moving through time and space

Just a hitchhiker in the night

With no say , alive but disembodied

Floating between the darkness and the light

Dreading his lips that won’t speak

With his tongue sharp and diminishing

Delusional and full of mistruths meant to control

She was moving, moving to the light

Just a hitchhiker in the night.

( photo by Hannah Miller )

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