This Red Road:2.1

[onmyownbleeding]

the bits of broken glass took the longest.
i have endured countless splinters, slivers, and cuts.
the green glass always showed a little color through your skin, sometimes that made it hurt less.
the syringes, post binges, red cups.
fill it all up.
torn pages from strange stories.
worried minds, stale to the road.
there were also bits of gold, beautiful soul, alot of love to pass.
tested the total and got gassed.
found my way at last.
the paved part and me.
freeway speed.
happily.