Night-time madness, intoxication strikes
—in the form of a loose leaf, a bug in her eye.
Motorcygirl has a lot to think about
spread eagle, loose grains of gravel in her elbows.
a car went rushing past,
then slowing down and reversing
pumping palpitations, oozing faster from her open vein
least of her worries now
she is expecting the worst when
the stranger that kneels in front of her
has the voice of a man.
Don't move. I'll help ya'.
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