sunday drivers

catefrances

she had to get out
the walls were closing in
she grabbed her bag and jumper
and a book she needed to read
she walked the streets thinking of things
and wondering why her head was filled with such shit
she bought a ticket for a trip she was taking this week
people passed by she ignored them of course
she stood at the kerb praying for soemone to push
her life from her skin but they all just stood
beside her waiting to cross the road sedately
she could feel her pulse racing
the blood inside boiling
she had to get out
but she was stuck inside herself