Minute To The Moon

Enigma for reality distortion

Photo by Spencer Imbrock

The breeze past by the angry wound the monster left,

I have been bitten, twenty minutes before I turn.

An entire town between her and I.

I must drive.

For her. For the distance.

For the speed? For the winds or for all of them?

The city’s a neon blur and I am running out of breath,

Discs of multicoloured lights in the rearview,

The passing cars roll across the pearlescent paint of the hood in a hypnotizing pattern

My black gloves creak while I grip the shifter,

All I got is this night and a bleeding moment,

and I feel the rage crackling in my veins.

All I have is the distance between us.

Love, there’s no destination,

It’s the journey.

My destiny.

Yash Joshi 2019