Red Lights
Red Lights
sea of
crimson
glaring
burning into
my retinas
into my
cerebrum
banshee-screeching
finger-flipping
calf-cramping
pedal-pushing
through the
muck and mire
beneath an anvil that
constantly sways
and sags with
gravity
madness keeps my
eyelids pried in the
two-ton molded-metal pile
it finally
moves again
brings me to
the
spacious
deserted
place where I
sit in the one
recliner
and eat my ramen
alone
with my
tv.
© Amanda Hall
