By: Macawi Thomas-El

Rolling through town with the windows down

The path is winding and the sky is dark

The wind whips through the quiet night

All is calm on Devil’s Road.

A sudden turns surprises me

A forced maneuver turns deadly

An escape so narrow we can all barely breath

Still, all is calm on Devil’s Road.

The trees arch out like a distant embrace

A shield

Providing a sense of eerie comfort

And although fear is coursing through me

All is calm on Devil’s Road.

Surrounded by people

Yet on the road I am alone

In charge

The fate of others lying in my hands

When everyone relies on me

I turn left

Because nothing goes right on Devil’s Road.