Grumbling along the road

Like an omen, sounding through the air.

The headlights drown out the

 

Stars, bleed into streets, and flit

In and out of my vision.

 

It’s a race,

Roaring towards, squealing away,

Anticipation of collision.

 

The grumble rattles

Picture frames

And closes blinds.

 

I shut my eyes tight.

 

The night is dark,

I can hear it coming.