Up before the moon has gone,
she eases off the break in worn Converse,
a loose t-shirt tied at her waist.

She rolls the car windows down
as she passes another deserted street and
the faint smell of cigarettes lingers in the air.

Each streetlight briefly illuminates the
soft waves of her auburn hair
and her mind wanders.

“In the daylight, there is hardly room to breath in
this city, but in this time between, I can only see its
vast expanse.”

The engine hums and
the crosswalk ticks in time with
her thoughts.

-Ashley Robles