A Dark Highway (Blogpohilia 9.16)
The white marks slip one by one by one into the dark mist. Another trip into the drama. What would it be this time? Weed? Liquor? Leave her behind for the other one? An opportunity cost from one girl to the other But there is a tie there Something in the wake of her smile Strong Karmic Familial How far back did their trees cross? The driveway The door The knock. "Why are you here?" She got me again.