Car Rides

Car Rides

by Zaayn Beamon


an invisible cloud enters my lungs, i take a deep breath, accepting all that it is

and will be.


it’s unfortunate that the used puffy existence calms me to a certain degree, yet it

also strains and clogs my nose.


it’s the feeling of drowning and never getting air, yet feeling as calm as ever.


two very different feelings. twisting into the air.

taking a hold of me.


car rides.

Zaayn Beamon is a freshman in high school and likes to write poetry. She also likes writing in general and lives with her family of 6 in Philadelphia, PA. She plays 5 instruments and counting.