Wheel is cranked

[skonen_blades]

There’s a skip in all the ways I measure life as the wheels leave the road. My breath stops, my heart stops, almost all the sound stops except I hear the wind whistling by the windows. I crank the wheel all the way to the right in mid air. The car leans down to kiss the road with its rubbery lips and someone presses play and the whole scene crashes back into life. I’m screaming as the deafening tire screech and metal stress provides a soundtrack to my bootlegger’s e-brake reversal. My seatbelt gets a workout and the world turns into a merry go round. Seconds later I’m staring through the cracked windshield back the way I came. White steam is lazily breathing up from the broken radiator. There’s a rattling from the engine that doesn’t sound good. I’m bleeding a little in my mouth. I feel a symbiosis with the machine I’m driving like it’s my horse instead of just a car. Like it’s a living thing and we’re both taking damage at a linked rate.

This is mid-love piracy. This is a carnival date. I step on the gas and brace myself before I drive through every single window of my glass house.



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