Driving by bonfires and smelling the smoke
through the windows. They hack at tall weeds
with a dull machete they found in the bark of
a tree. Trading punches out of boredom
regardless of the occasional blood, and
shooting glances at the storm off in the
Sacrificial decision making resulting in
the degradation of open fields.
Glowing eyes tracing the lights that they
pass on their way to where the wires are
wrapped around the necks of stark white
Sharp rocks cut into bare feet where there is
no street, and all the thoughts that show up
are like homework on the weekend.
When it’s over though you get a moment
that you spend with your eyes closed
while the music in your headphones
drowns it out.