Endless obsidian scar
stretches out before me
as the gauge creeps higher
and the whine of the tires
goes from cry to scream.
Drowsy with the late hour,
focused only on home and hearth,
the bastard slips in behind,
following for a mile or more
before
pulsing blue light adrenalin
as high beams sear the rear view
and I drift to the right and slow.
After that just a blur
of heartbeats
and quiet curses,
and all I see
as I sit and wait and fume
is the far side of the road
where black tree skeletons
vibrate faint blue
against the night sky.