By: Mya Campoverde

The Gas Station

 

 I pull up to the gas station

Wet gas prices welcomes me

The rain sings a song

Of death

And failure

 

I grab my beer

I step out

Look around

In fear

They can not know

What has happened at 2am

 

Black thunderous clouds up above

start to laugh

Their crackling sound

Taunts me

It’s playing games in my head

They know

 

I need gas

 

The bright lights

Begin to sharply stare down at me

Strong and firm

I try to put the pump in

It won’t budge

Why do they know

 

The song

Reverberates

The laughs

Are roaring

The lights

Are a knife

Ready to cut me in half

They all know

 

Head starts to spiral

Out of control

Flashbacks appear instantly

Blood

Everywhere

Pain rests in his eyes

I killed my own creation

 

It is all too hazy now

The memories

The gun

My own son

 

I step back into my car

Push the pedal

The gas station

Glares at me as I drive away

 

Lips sealed

Eyes closed

Sun rises

They keep their secrets

Of the unknown