The Light Within

All night the headlights flashed
through the window, warning of things
to come, of things that have rhythm
and then suddenly stop.

Who is this woman who dreamed
she was taken before she was taken?
Who is this woman who knew that her life
would be like headlights streaming

in through motel curtains?

Sometime near midnight, the neon sign
flickered and dimmed swallowing light.
She rolled over away from him, breathing
in darkness and choked on her sins.

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