by L.M. Browning, except from Drive Through the Night
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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Be gentle long night, I don’t belong here. Thrown to the wolves, I shifted nocturnal.
In a land beyond the pervading dark,
in a state beyond the fever-pitch…
Out beyond the murkiness left by anger-tinted arguments, remember what you know in your heart and bring that truth close.