Savage Itineraries

the road swallowed her.
step by step.
in sunken victories.
and stilted surrenders.

she always wore the future
in its tightest clothes.
every crevice grinning.
as those hungry zippers bit down.

it's obvious she whispered.
letting the distance continue to grow.
every intersection stutteering.
as she pretended to know where she was going. 

it's a parody of some kind. 

to think that we can control
the myriad of trees falling

in our forest unheard.

skin makes so many promises
that we can never hope to keep. 
the curious convictions of 
animals loosed from their cages. 

our claws are red for a reason.
the road continues because
there are more places we must go.