A Sunday morning drive

My father and I drove

towards the junction.

He told me he loved me.

run away

His smile seemed stuck to his jaw:

Unhinged and sweet.

run away now

I felt cold. My blood was frozen.

I had a metallic taste in my mouthhole.

run away now, understand

The screech of the brakes. Stopped at

the van of a family.

run away now, understand why

The memories jogged back my way.

I looked at him.

He looked at me and winked.

A cavern was his mouth

as that metallic tasted came back to mine.

Metal.

The tug - unleashing.

There's light at the end of that tunnel now.

Two tunnels.

Painted an outstanding red

Of father and son

Of dead and done.

run away now, understand why never again