Title: Midnight Central Freeway
- Mar 27
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Title: Midnight Central Freeway
A single black AE86 rushes through like a bolt of lightning,
Passing Suwa Lake on the Central Freeway, where houses are sparse.
Inside the AE86, the chill feels colder than usual,
In the forest, a white object appears, black at the top, with something inside,
Like a colorful egg, beneath it a wide red tear,
Above the egg, a black orb surrounded by white, resembling a dumpling,
Missing the details in a flash of afterglow, I look in the rearview mirror,
The white object from before, now in the back seat, I can't meet its eyes,
The dashboard lights flicker red, then darken again,
A sound like words, yet unheard before,
Chill gathers at the nape, and cold sweat won't stop,
A current flows through my neck like a flash of lightning, feeling touched,
Suddenly, a service area ahead, I quickly take the left lane,
Bravely looking back, but no one is there,
Only the back seat is wet,
A lingering image in the right end of the rearview mirror, from somewhere long ago,
Like a woman in a white dress smiling, her eyes white, her feet...
January 27, 1990, 4:49 AM
