FEAR
Fear drives a taxi cab with sticky seats and a patchwork grill of dark steel between me and the steering wheel.
Silently, he glances back at me and steps down hard careening through the slums of doubt where sooty windows change the passing scenery to blurred distraction.
Where is he taking me ?
In circles. Click, click, the meter makes another nervous tick
"Uggh, driving around with him is gonna cost me."
Still, there are times, I've felt protected hidden inside that steel-sided womb with his bad habit of braking in the middle of intersections.
But, Fear has taken me many places I never expected to go...
And sometimes, when he reaches over to smooth the cellophane tape on the edge of the prayer card he stuck to his dashboard
I think,
"Maybe he'll stop at the next corner,
turn around
And I'll ask him
his real name."
- Cie Gumucio
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