the seatbelt slammed against my chest
and i winced from the evil
that was the fabric of the lifesaving device;
because it was strangling my boob
and god do i really need to say that it hurt?
• do i know how to drive?
only from what dirt bikes have taught me.
do i wanna kill myself?
not right now.
do i care about hayden so much
my life depends on it?
i damn well hope so. •
my bare feet scraped the acceleration pedal
pressing it down ever so slightly
as the traffic light changed
from red to green.
my phone rumbled.
• hayden! •
i shrieked;
my hand feeling around the passenger's seat
for the device.
as i reached the final traffic light
i took a glance.
{ did hay get home alright?
~ tiffany }
i cursed as an ambulance sped
perpendicular to my little car
in the direction of the park.
• no. •
i typed;
and clicked send.
the famous three shaded circles appeared;
tiffany was typing.
and then a thought forced it's way
into my innocent head.
what if i was wrong about my metaphor.
what if hayden
was not chasing after the second shade;
to destroy it,
but to become intoxicated in it's darkness.
and as i chased after the ambulance
and whatever it would lead me to;
i realised
the thought was true.
YOU ARE READING
shaded wings
Puisiher wings would bloom when the pencil drew shades of black and white and tare into two when her body flew into the camouflage of night her heart was sewn to anyone but her own forgetting to love herself but there's a boy that knows his love for he...
