kicked up on sugar
hands shakin. teeth chatterin.
adrenaline surging, short circuiting my mind. stop stop go. cant see. cant think.
you drive too fast
stomach turning. acrid and bitter on the back of my tongue
want to go somewhere tonight
want to take you home
fear. gut wrenching.
cant move. every muscle locked in a throbbing spasm. scream.
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
his face, his face
i met the man with cyprus on his back, carried it around, etched deep in his flesh.
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