Slamming lizard faced onto the off ramp
It was no exit I smiled grimly the optimistic reptile.
It was a demoniac company catacomb above a screaming highway
a maze of choked driveways and dispatch mass graves.
Everything here was past due the acid residue.
Outside the burial mound, the asphalt was a draconic heart attack
I tried to step forward and collapsed against the brick sepulchre
Lungs starving for air
Outside the vehicle my body lurched forward zombie wise
Claustrophobia subsides as I am fiendishly torn out
from the grey crypt crushing from above
the grey burning from underneath
The serpentine demonic grip
The choke of life's own deadlines
The absolute emptiness of the mausoleum
sucked raw in forethought through a plastic I.V tube
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