Paused beneath the
red stoplight’s luminance;
lulled by the engine’s purr
on a dark, drizzly morning; a
blood-splattered, noctilucent
mist reflects across the
untended windshield,
and he thinks of her
photo by: me!
Stoplight
a decathexis deconstruction by a.d.matthias
This took me out of my seat, and out there in the car. Beautiful poem…✌👍👍👍
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Thank you so much
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