Saturdays
Weekdays and Sundays are the red meter trembling past 100 on the dash,
Saturdays are sandwiching the break while not wearing a seatbelt,
slumped on the road,
wanting to rest
but programmed to crawl
even when life has had you mauled.
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Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
