Been feeling a bit sea sick here in the back.
Our driver is taking the corners too tight
He’s driving too fast, and I can see the cliff
Falling away to the right, the sheer rock face to the left
I am clutching the seat in front and I can see
He’s laughing. Spittle flying against the window
His mouth distorted in mirth, hair falling into his eyes
He must be drunk. He must not care if we’ll all die
‘It’s fine’, he announces, ‘we’ll get there in time
If I keep my foot down now’. Our heads thwack
Against the head rests, as he accelerates further.
‘Just look out of the window and stay alert, look
At the horizon’, he blurts, ‘there’s light at the end of
This alpine tunnel’ – what tunnel? You’re driving straight
At the wall! We shout, but he’s not listening, must have the
Earplugs in, swaying to some music only he can hear
I feel the harsh taste of bile in my mouth. The way
Everything moves away from me, the world is spinning
I need to get out – I need to get out of this car – now!
But it’s too late, my stomach revolts, clenches and then
Releases painfully a stream of half-digested things
Against the back rest of the seat in front. It’s in my hair
It’s on the floor, dribbles off my chin and I hear his roar
As though this mess was my fault, my fault alone.
Tamara von Werthern is an award-winning playwright based in Hackney.
You can read more about the success of her dystopian short film, I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire, here.
Her play The White Bike, and climate change book Letters to the Earth, featuring her contribution, are available at Pages of Hackney bookshop on Lower Clapton Road, which is currently closed but still selling book tokens.