When the other-me escapes
she laughs dark & mischievous
throwing down shots of potent who-cares
intoxicated by risk
she spits on faith as useless
helmet-free Harley revving
a spew of fiery dust
but this time it’s not an act
she winks to show it’s real
Continuing to follow NaPoWriMo’s prompts, this one is a short exploration of the idea of an alter-ego (because I’m too afraid of serious injury to get on any kind of motorcycle!) Thank you for reading!
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