Tinted Windows and Air Freshener
Black Ice dangled dangerously
in the center of the dash board.
A smell so masculine it was hard to forget
that he was sitting right next to me.
With every turn that car made
that air freshener rocked the other way
as if warning me how
his not signaling a turn
would leave me with nothing but a burn.
Every laugh I had in that car
were later tears and scars.
Every hit in that back seat
is now nothing
but a bad trip in the heat.
Like the black ice I slipped on
that feeling in my stomach
was crushed when I landed
and all that was left
was a bruise on my hip
and that smell.