Charity - Virtue Series 05

Charity

Scarlet hair shines a brighter dim crimson at sunset.

Not watching the road, just face and locks.

Cracks crevice rear mirror, rubber squeals and heels,

locking suspension into a fold. V6 holds its noise,

as weight shifts and hurdles into guardrails near. 

Urban terror, modern misfortune, high-speed homicide.

Mangled metal reveals the blue sky, shattered glass still

reveals the same reflection even after the impact. 

Passenger’s gone, jaws of life clench upon its prey. 

Nimbus clouds, no sign yet of rain. 

Confusion of causality, innocent crimes committed

to one’s self, one’s body, and eventually, one’s soul. 

Every crease justified, every twinge of pain is hope.

Victim’s dreaming, but one day, wake up, stop being a dope.

Dopamine, destruction, out of inventory of all things self. 

Passenger sways, that hair a reason to live, 

taking a breath,

the dreamer realizes there’s still one thing left to give.

- JW