this late at night
at this time of year
there are some very dark stretches of route nine heading north to home
so dark that i could turn off my headlights
there are very few other cars
i could drift into nothingness
the road ahead opens its maw
promising to swallow me whole.
it could be done.
this void within my chest swells
my brain reels
this is a thing I know, now, filed away.