Curve in the Road



Once, my father won the rat race

and then it wasn’t worth it.


Cause life was going the way he planned

until the man hit him on a dead man’s

curve. He broke his legs, but lost his

mind the most (though, denied it).

Suddenly there wasn’t

a plan, just a lot of twists like the country

roads ahead. From his wheelchair, he threw

a mouthful

a fistful

of revenge to anyone close by.

Life needed to be punished, after all.


I was close by.

And I’ve been weird like this ever since.


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