crowded cars on the highway
trudging along
slowly
like funeral processions
the line and wait is long
long enough
to make you wonder
about the hearst speeding past
who is dead in that one?
can he be more dead then the expressions
on the bodies
and faces
that fill the lonely cars
next to us?
smoke pours from an exhaust pipe
a few cars ahead of us
smoke transcends into the polluted, clouded sky
as it transcends, it also travels
through the vents of the
plastic
metal
plastic compact we are sitting inpatiently awaiting our turn
onto the road
which will soon take me to a place
of more dead expression
on bodies
and faces
that fill lonely buildings
like offices and such
soon we are moving
trudging along the crowded highway
where I begin to notice the young adults
walking towards their school
dead expression
still
and I laugh amused and tormented
by knowing
that as soon as we arrive at our destination
those expressions will turn into fraudulent smiles and cheerful gestures
as if no one died today
or any day before this one
and as if we werent all stuck in rolling, turning compacts
feeling the griefand pain
of some great loss
or the brief joy
of some great gain.
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Kayleigh Hendricks is a 19 year old girl living in Austin, Texas. She is currently working at writing a very personal novel. Kayleigh is a singer and model, as well. She has been writing short stories, songs, and poetry since six or seven years old. Her passion for writing never dwindles, instead it has started consuming her life and very existence.
