Hell-Bent Trail
“I’m in a hurry,
don’t worry.
“I’ve had a libation (or five),
but I can handle the drive.”
Behind the wheel, no trrrrrouble
Rolled a fattie, toked it double
Charged straight through the toll
Confused, but on a roll
Doing 70, gazing at stars,
his eyes settled on Mars.
Meanwhile, a mom needed grahams for s’mores
Asked her Mindy to walk to the store.
The hit-and-run, no surprise…
Chased and charged with her demise.
She was two months short of twenty,
future that was filled with plenty.
That girl was all spit and spunk…
sacrificed to a hell-bent drunk.
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Trifecta (“trail”) and The Sunday Whirl: Accident, Toll, Libation, Handle, Trouble, Mars, Ask, Charged, Settle, Confused, Sacrificed, Plenty. Also at Poets United.
THINK BEFORE YOU TURN THAT IGNITION KEY. ACCEPT THE RIDE HOME, Y’ALL. And yes, buzzed driving IS impaired driving. Peace, Amy
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