The Wordsmiths Book 2021

The Traffic Lights

u turn the wheel the lights turn red i smile at u and u look ded

the next time we drive i sit closer to the window it’s been 30 minutes u ignore me

i swear the air conditioning feels colder but im too afraid to ask u to turn it down now i hope for the green light so i can tell myself that’s why u don’t talk to me pretend ur too busy driving ur hands on the wheel fingers clenched so tight ur veins are taunt like your eyes always bloodshot

now we face a yellow light i tell u to stop

u don’t listen to me now all we see is red

the red, red lights before my vision fades and the last thing i hear is a silent scream

Steff Chang

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