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Traffic Jam

The sand from the hourglass is slipping through the cracks between my fingers. as I track my time in increments, regulated, rhythmic, redundant. the weekends coming, it’s almost winter break. I think, as I fail to realize that I am watching time pass me by like I'm standing on the side of the road watching the cars drive by instead of being in one, controlling the wheel and pressing the gas. I catch a glimpse of an empty car parked on the side of the road, desperately scrambling towards it, my hair whipping around my face, obscuring my vision, clouding my judgement. I try and try and try to push it away— but it keeps coming back. drive, drive, drive, a voice tells me. as I steady my shivering, shaking hands grasping the wheel. don't, my hair hisses. encircling my face with the grip of a vice tighter, and tighter, then black.

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Date: 2/13/2025 8:02:00 PM
Very interesting - enjoyed it :) Congrats on being featured, and I see you won a contest, cool <3
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Date: 1/5/2025 6:42:00 AM
Congratulations on your winner in Brian's contest. Creative and expressive lines. Thanks for sharing this winner with us. Sara K
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Date: 12/26/2024 7:49:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 12/23/2024 3:10:00 PM
Nice use of alliteration in your little traffic tale. Welcome to PS!
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