Shot w/ an I not an O

There's something about the darkness
How it swallows the sound
yet
Intensifies the noise

It builds on one's fears;
Escalates the destitution
Revealed only by the sense
of
Isolation

Heavy breath pulls me out
of
My own body
As I hear the screech of the wipers
Finding them ineffectively
Scraping across
the
Windshield

Yielding at stoplights seems pointless
with
No other cars
Crossing
any
Time soon


The steering wheel held
Limply
in my hands

Why?

Tired but sleep evades me
The onset of
Repulsion
and
My insides shower onto the pavement