dark inside

stringy hair, dusty feet
all i can do is think of
the white swirled with silver like
shimmery pearls sliced
on the windsheild while the car wash
layers, enclosing me in
the whiteness.
The car lights up and
daylight breaks in surrounding me
all alone, set apart from the world
inside.
horrible, darkness glaring blatantly
in the light, discovering me as real
as messed up, as here.
wet cheeks is show for what is
inside.