Fuel for another day to smother the burnt flavor of regret.
Premium unleaded, an extra gallon for the long way around a street she cannot pass.
Liquid measure because she remembers she’s trying to forget.
All that’s left.
Grace Black is just another writer wearing down lead and running out of ink, one line at a time. Coffee refuels her when sleep has not been kind. She writes poetry and flash fiction and has been published or upcoming in Unbroken Journal, Pidgeonholes, Page & Spine, 50 Haikus, and East Coast Ink and more. Visit her website for additional poetry and prose. http://graceblackwrites.com