Written by Emily Harstone | November 2, 2016
I chose the road less traveled
Still got the scars. True story.
Chillingly, the body was never found.
Next year. Studded tires. That hurt!
I never knew you liked bikes.
They will return him, maybe someday.
Licking the chilled bumper was stupid…
I laid frozen, blanketed by indecision.
The road home was too much.
With the wind the boy vanished.
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I chose the road less traveled
Still got the scars. True story.
Chillingly, the body was never found.
Next year. Studded tires. That hurt!
I never knew you liked bikes.
They will return him, maybe someday.
Licking the chilled bumper was stupid…
I laid frozen, blanketed by indecision.
The road home was too much.
With the wind the boy vanished.