by L.M. Browning, except from Drive Through the Night a collection of poems forthcoming late 2020.
Ride this life hard
Wrap your legs tight
—thighs around her rib cage, pounding.
Take hold in the rush
—fingers tangled in her mane, entwined.
Don’t look back,
there is nothing for you there.
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