Driving

I am mad
You just played more games with me than I could take
I need an escape
I storm out of my house and open the car door
The wave of heat hits me and heightens my anger
This convection oven car is your fault
You’re such an ass
I start to drive
I get onto the highway
There’s traffic
Your fault, ass
I turn the music up loud
Louder
LOUDER
I block out my thoughts of anger
Why do you say these-
LOUDER
I close my eyes
The music wraps around me
And so does the guard rail
I’m dead
And it’s your fault
ass