dragonaut

there is always a looming sense of abandonment at three a.m.

you might see another car as you drive, another set of lights in the distance inching closer to confrontation. they might see you also.

you pass each other slowly. both drivers hold their breath.

there is a burning in the pit of your stomach.

there is a burning living thing trying to work it's way up your throat and out of your mouth.

both drivers exhale.

they are now red lights in the rearview of your mirror.