FOOTFALLS FORWARD

when you woke up in your ditch unsure of anything except that red was your colour, blood coagulated and dry. you realize your throat is parched. unaware of time's passage, stare up at the afternoon sun beating down upon you and your mangled vehicle halfway down the road. halfway, is an unreasonable measurement here in this wilderness. you will be walking from now on. you gather nothing but your mind, stumble on broken foot. away from this disaster, from this valley of dying stars. the place of your broken jaw. onwards from the improbable to the unknown without turning back. the past is left behind. forward.