Sleek roads meld into black skys

As curved as the wheel maneuvering them

Headlights do little to bite the darkness

But happily sear my eyes with every passing car

The road eats away at my wheels 

My car becomes nothing

Just me and road

Yet

Something in the distance 

Something road has hidden from me

The outer curves of her hides 

A figure

I have never been good at eye spy

My brake lights illuminate 

My headlights flash onto 

Him

Standing in a pothole as if

He had slithered up from the depths of hell

Next to my

Unlocked car

A hand hungry for things it cannot have

he grasps at my door handle 

I hit my gas until

He slides back 

Becoming one with the road

But all I see

Are the snakes hands