by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Bright yellow flashed along her sides, blinding and twisting deep. Then, velvet darkness resettled, unbothered and waiting. Emptiness stretched out and yawned loudly, refusing to end, and the past fell behind. We know where we begin, but where do we end? The road never tells.
I always wanted to run. She called my name, but I was stuck at the front door. I never knew where she would take me, and I was scared of where I would end. But my mistakes have left me blinded and twisted, and I regret ignoring her call. I should have ran. Instead, I teased her with little trips down my haven, staying close to the nest, but who was fooling who?
Now, I found myself behind the wheel. It’s different now. My past burned away, and there’s no going back. I could only go forward, and her darkness waits. Her emptiness yawned, laughing sinisterly at my distress because I thought this journey would never end, or I’ll take a wrong turn and get so lost. Or I’ll wind up in a ditch, and that would be the end of me.
I don’t want to go, but there’s no front door holding me back. There’s nothing here for me anymore, but there’s her. She would never end. She knew where she had come from, and she would go on forever, taking us with her on wild rides and endless journey. It’s my time, and she’s calling my name again. This time, she won’t be ignored, and I’m burning rubber, blinding and twisting along fate, and I stopped thinking. I knew where I had come from, but where I’m going, only the road would know in the end.