Let's Fight
By the time we got out of our cars,
I don't know whose
was the worse for wear,
but I know that I was mad.
You were mad, too, but I didn't care,
it was your fault, I was sure of it,
and you were sure it was mine.
An empty parking lot
was a dumb place to crash,
and a dumber place to crash again.
And after first contact,
we had rammed each other so many times,
and with such murderous intent,
it was a wonder our mangled vehicles
could carry us anywhere at all.
We were lucky to be alive ourselves.
We might not be for much longer, though.
The movement toward each other,
toward an insane, hateful frenzy
of insane, hateful hammers and nails,
was sure to leave one of us dead.
It might kill us both,
I almost hoped it would kill me.
But the only thing in the world
that could save both of our lives
saved both of our lives.
And the words were so easily spoken,
it may have surprised us both...
'It's late, Baby, let's go home.'
28th August 2018
To be treated strictly as metaphor.
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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