running reds

tasting deja vu
as the words pass my lips
not again,
not again.

rain taps the window

morse code
this is insane,
this is insane.

you bark and you bite
same fight tonight
you rail and you wail

me pale

in the backseat
with my cheek
against the window.

a thin veneer
of drops and tears
between me and
the outside

so

i hide
under
red passing lights.

a rolling stop
a silent audience
shuffles by

without note

pedestrian and safe
from you two.

i’m scared and thinking
that this end
this time
is new
tasting the deja vu

and fear

as the words
pass my lips
‘not again,
not again’

and when

will one of you
remember me
sitting back here?