Yet, another free verse poem today, from the prompt, Smoke in the Rear View.
Smoke in the Rear View
Let it all burn, my dumpster fire
as I speed away
tires spinning gravel and skidding
over asphalt
Cleanse my life in purifying fire
crash and burn
annihilate the toxicity I survived
driving fast
They can’t catch me now, not ever
I’m flying
it’s all ashes, and dark, dusky smoke
in the rear view
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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