bare-bones

driver's Side

—i think i could die

right here in the Driver's Seat
my tears blur the Windshield
in a watery, blinding sheen
              (no no it isn't rain)
and, oh god, they taste of Kerosene
but this car isn't in Drive
it hasn't even been started

i'm afraid that if i twist the Key
more than the Ignition will be ignited

growling like frenzied lions
ripping me to pieces
splayed across the Dashboard
in a gory mess my mother has to witness
in all it's heaving sputtering blubbering glory

that pain is a great alternative
to the squeezing fist around my heart

to: those hostile big cats in my chest

from: RB (the girl who is most definitely not a lion tamer)