Race ya
1 min readNov 19, 2019
The engine is dead
I take a sip and a hit
To jump start, since I’m out of cables.
Electric toxicity coursing through my veins
She purrs softly then roars alive
High beams flash brilliant crimson
My foot finds grounding on the gas
The windows let oxygen into my lungs
Faster blurs faster blues
Waiting for the
Faster faster faster
Crash