Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: lucky one more time by Andelko Zovko

By Andelko Zovko
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I awoke with the sun burning down on me
whiskey trails before my eyes
the devil rattled my brain as I lifted the
......car seat back to upright
from the open window, I saw
the cars and trucks roar by
I felt invisible on the side of the highway
beside me, an open bottle of whiskey
cassettes scattered all over
the car still in drive
the gas gauge on empty

I used to drive for hours at night
I knew all the backroads, the farm roads
......all around the city
I'd cruise and drink
the radio playing loud
God knows how many clicks I put
......on the car
not to mention the wear and tear
from crashing into ditches
and taking it off road
I used to drive for hours
just to kill something, to find something
usually, almost killing myself in the process
and finding nothing
but there was nothing I'd rather do
then booze-cruise

so this is what happened
I blacked out, ran out of gas
and parked her safely on the shoulder

I tried to start her, after a quick prayer
she turned, rumbled and started
and without waiting I hit the highway home
lighting a cigarette
riding on fumes
feeling my luck slowly running out.

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