Coasting

She peers out the window at the farmland rushing by,

Stalks of corn swaying hello, goodbye.

Green husks bursting, one big yellow smile.

Her foot feels heavy on the metal throttle.

Cigarettes soaking the bottom of a bottle.

The space between her legs tinged with ashen mottle.

A deep breath in as her eyelids close.

A deep breath out as her fingers pose.

Gripping too tight on the path she chose.

Eyes snap open to a distant thought.

Hurtling towards her: straight, warm, and taut.

When did she accept this immortal lot?

No longer fettered like more than most.

Feet uplifted like an unseen ghost.

Hands off the wheel, from drive to coast.