Hazard Lights

your tongue dragged out the most debilitating metaphor I heard in 2012

on the once semi-opaque skin that stretched over the back of my ears 

but I don’t really talk about you much anymore

not out loud, not in the empty corridors of the university library 

that lies dormant before the beginning of the spring semester

 and I cannot figure out whether this is because you are now an obsolete statistic of 

anti-depressant fuelled nights that made up my summer

 or if the razor blades I once used to cut you out of my skin hurt you too badly 

perhaps an internal wound I couldn’t even catch in my peripheral vision 

the hazard lights are on for you 

I’ve turned off the highway 

The End

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