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 )
Originally published at cowbird.com.