Image courtesy of Tess at Magpie Tales
Her veins aflame, burning
with panic, regret and longing
Not the parasitic draining
of buried addictions vampiric
Road rises, grips a pounding heart
making love to the pedal
She weeps, speed is never enough
to find home in the outer dark
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Oh yes I feel with her every move here!
ReplyDeleteThen my work is complete :) Thank you.
DeleteBeautifully done...
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteSome great lines like: making love to the pedal
ReplyDeleteYou honor me, madam. Thank you.
DeleteNot sure I should but I can actually identify - not at this particular time but a million years ago.
ReplyDelete"She weeps, speed is never enough
to find home in the outer dark"
we are all running fast from something..x
ReplyDeleteSure enough. The trick, sometimes, is to not let "it" catch you. Thank you for reading!
DeleteYummy write...I read this out loud...to Magnus...
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