Creative Writing: A Family Drive

Mother’s driving always seems to make me sick

 

Everyone else on the road is either a bitch or a dick.

 

I think she’s driving out her aggression.

 

She doesn’t know she’s giving me indigestion!

 

I’ll need Pepto Bismal and a fat joint

 

If I’m going to make it to the next rest point.

 

Someone come save me via helicopter.

 

Or at least replace dad with a driving proctor.

 

I’m wearing pressure point bands on my wrists and singing a psalm.

 

But nothing will relax my aggressive mom.

 

There’s only one thing worse than my mom behind the wheel…

 

My father has taken over and I don’t know how to feel,

 

My heart is racing as we swerve in and out of lanes.

 

Sliding all over the back seat- I’m feeling new kinds of pains.

 

Short stop and go motions the entire way,

 

I’ll be lucky if I wake up to see my next day!