Red Flag (day 197)

I don’t want to be longing after

the green we could have lived

if you hadn’t slammed on the brakes.


It’s funny how this started out as searing third degree skin

and ended without even fading to black,

it’s funny how you took the same color I felt like a shock wave

and used it to fill in the stoplights,

I hate how you always drew inside the lines.


Should have seen it like a red flag,

shapes to make me stumble before I fell at your feet,

triangles that would have saved me

all this precious time.


From now on I swear

I will never sit in the passenger seat,

the brakes will feel all my choices like a jolt

even more than they felt your fear.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 2/9/17

Red flag

View tallsquirrelgirl's Full Portfolio