| Young Adult Poetry
posted August 4, 2017
A cloud of dust now hovered around me,
simmering like the fog, following
a turbulent and thunderous rainstorm.
'Get out', he had said.
What choice did I have?
And so I snatched my blue denim shorts,
white tank top, and my wet beach towel
which I had flung over
the back seat to dry.
And before I knew it,
the wheels of his red Ferrari
spun silt and sand in my face,
my eyes gritty and on fire.
Up and down hills and valleys he sped
as though he were a madman.
Though alone, forsaken, and jilted,
I had made my choice.
He did not take 'No' well!
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