by L.M. Browning, except from Drive Through the Night


Ride this life hard

      —barebacked, bone-shaken.

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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