The Bends
We drove and drove at the morning sun. Absolution was
always just around the next bend. He made dark jokes while I tried to push down my shame with false pride. He seemed genuinely happy. I was empty inside.
I felt the ghosts I thought we’d left in the dust miles ago. They were always just behind the last bend. There was
nothing else for it. I said, "Just drive." So we did. We drove until the sun became the moon and the clouds
became the stars and then we kept driving.
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