bumper, words

driving down the highway

my middle finger a battering ram against the ignorance of little dicks in oversized diesel over compensators

serpents in the high grass

venomous camoflauged snakes coiled in the shape of hearts

adrenaline spiked and cold blooded strikes

if it weren’t for the small raw spot in the center of this wind burnt heart i would set this entire world a blaze and roll in the ashes

paint on the cave walls with berry juice and freshly drawn blood

an epic battle scene

sabre tooth tigers and damsels in distress

me the heroic christ figure, her at my side, my muse, my unrequited dream

briar crown and brilliant light

all while locked in bumper to bumper death matches

not enough coffee

too much aggression all around


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