Day Two #NaPoWriMo2019 Poem Two
By Alex McGehee
In my dreams,
I roll under a car, desperate not to be seen
By the boy in the baby blue top-down.
silent, flat, begging God to be invisible, begging for it to end. Have I just passed out
From the torture, blacked out, dreaming
When I awake?
I see the brown work boots. Around the car.
First two then six then eight, ten.
I am dragged out, beaten.
I awake into my blackout.