I really don't think this a very good piece of writing...it's supposed to represent someone's life if that makes sense....
-kk-chan
She hops in the very back
One leg at a time
One over the other
She can feel the wind on her face
Rubbing her innocence away
Boots become scuffed and worn with dust of roads taken and crossed
Rain beats down, relieving her dry, cracked skin
Soon, she is invited into the cab
There, she sits
Quietly observing
Letting time pass by
The girl moves to the front
And is thrown forward
Purple bruises
Broken teeth
Shattered bones
No on is left but her
Agonizingly, she recovers
The girl grows and expands her branches
Reaching for the sky
She is now the driver
More people join her
After a lifetime
Murky twilight descends
And the Driver and her Truck reach home
YOU ARE READING
Inspirations on the Fly
RandomThis is mostly decent-not-too-bad pieces of writing that I've thought of on the fly, and because I don't know what to do with them, I decided I might as well publish them here for that one random reader who happens upon this lousy book. So without...
