I have done a lot of crying in parking lots.
Bad news seems to hit me when I'm behind the wheel and have nowhere to run.
hit the gas
Get away. Listen to your heartbeat chase it's way up your throat.
Watch the hurt chase you in the rearview mirror.
cut the wheel as hard as you can
No. Don't.
Hit the breaks. Breathe.
I am still in the parking lot, alone.
You are somewhere else, thinking of something other than how you hurt me.
slow down
Let it go.
