Driving on the frozen road
her eyes like melting icicles
she stares
Swirving mechanically
to hit the speed bumps
feeling the passion she never shared
Steering with no direction
her hands tied like knots
she grips the wheel
Increasing her speed
to miss the detours
crying for what she couldn't feel
Sitting at the crossroads
her heart shattered like glass
she turns right
Sliding down the hill
to reach her destination...
the black waters below...
he was her last thought that night
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