Hiding from a SalesmanHiding from a Salesman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She looked down the sunny, shimmery spot
Where the road becomes a river
And realized with a quiver,that
The gunmetal silhouette was close.
She tried to run, but her left shoe
Was stuck in molten pitch
She felt pins and needles under her toes.
(And in her neck where two drops of salt
Decided to join up, form a thin stream, and wait).
She left the shoe behind and ran
On a road so hot
That it felt icy
(Like a frozen Coke can).
One time she hid inside a rose bush and was covered in nicks
Another time she blended into the grey-blue shadow of a power plant
Another time she rested in a café restroom