Disclaimer: The character and story are not mine and I make no money from them.
Become Road
The searing summer long decaying.
The wind my own creation blows.
It blows away the sorrow seeping.
Every curve a freefall, creeping.
Flashing lines for punctuation.
Commas of my life, betraying.
The road is the elipses laying
Between the sentances unfinished,
Between the seeking sweetness souring.
Between the darknesses of story,
The story that has become road.