road trip runaways.

the sunlight burns in our rear view mirror,

a canopy of flames following close behind

we say goodbye to the bittersweet glow,

our bodies exhausted from chasing

too many unending horizons,

brutal and beautiful and beckoning

nights and days blending together,

moonrise – twilight – ethereal dawn,

each one feeding into the next

like a record on repeat

the highway bends like wisteria vines

and we just drive,

this feeling in our chest pushing us on,

demanding that we

run

explore

escape

anything to remove this ache in our veins,

anything to feed the wild in our hearts

– ashley jane