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Name
SIGHTSEERS - A Christmas Drive
Description
The man in the back seat grins like a bad joke,
His face smeared with colors that should be joy
But look more like war paint under the dying light.
The car rolls through the frost-bitten silence,
Windows fogged with the ghosts of a thousand exhalations—
A moving coffin, or maybe a confessional on wheels.
Outside, the world drifts into oblivion,
Shrouded in pale hues of ash and ice,
Where nothing grows, and nothing dares to move.
Inside, the man leans closer to the glass,
A reflection of something he can’t quite name:
Laughter carved into flesh,
Eyes empty as abandoned motels.
The rearview mirror catches his gaze—
A cold stare,
A carnival without the lights.
Somewhere, a song you used to know plays faintly on the radio,
But the words are gone.
And the car keeps driving,
Because what else is left to do?