An anomaly – aware – Broadcasting into open air. A girl.

I once knew a girl who carried death in her purse. It rattled every bump of the road 65mph torwards oblivion. She drove up and texted me “lets go”. I told her anytime-anywhere a day before. I dropped everything
and got inside knowing death was on her mind. We told each other our souls down Interstate 5 between songs we used to love together. But this is not a love story. This is about grown ups who went different ways
with different lives a long time ago. When I found out we were going to Portland I injected my distate. That’s fine, it was not our destination and we headed to the ocean. To a trailer park. Where she found
out he lived. We walked up the small wooden steps of the trailer across the laundromat. A calm storm building all day with no return at the door. My hand on her and another on a collapsible baton.
We hit a diner and acted like humans. Then we headed back and I snapped a picture I still look at. She hides so much so well. We backed into a spot at the laundromat with the headlights forward. Some words and we walked into the storm.
It was her moment. Her release facing the man who ruined her perception of love and reality. Who made her adult life so hard to live. Who put the pills in her mouth days before seeking oblivion because she couldn’t
see or feel what she had around her. He was weak. Castrated in prison for ruining someone else. He cried and spoke of Jesus. She cried and wished him a long life with a face you would not believe.