No horrors
like the horror of the night
lost in the woods
crying driving
circle after circle
passing road
after road
familiar and unfamiliar
all leading nowhere
and everywhere at once
orange cone nightmare
narrow lanes
closed lanes
road blocks and exits
that never lead
where she needs to go
all taking her
further from home
Rambling thoughts from someone who thinks being barefoot on a spring, summer or fall day is one of the best feelings there is. Freelance ideas from a not-quite freelance writer.
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