tires crunched over ice
slowly on the snow-covered road
and stopped at the top of my driveway
the driver said
he would give his life for us
i shifted in my seat and said
please don’t
a joke
he said i would trust either of you
with my life
and we would trust you with ours
said the passenger
but from the back seat
i leaned forward my foot ready
for my mouth and said
you’re my friends but
i don’t trust you
i don’t know that i trust anyone
inside the car was quiet
when i said goodnight
lit by the headlights
i trudged through the treacherous cold
slipping shamefully into to the dark house
at the end
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