Heat on my body,
beads of sweat,
leave my throat
Mind feel the chill
Body feel the chill
rush through my head,
Rolling down the window,
Inhale,
Exhale.
Just like that.
Speed down the streets,
to nowhere in particular,
feel the freedom across my chest,
Now you can't go back,
Just keep driving
Never return to that misery I call home,
Feel the exhaustion evaporate off of me,
Feel me feel the party of the free,
Touch the energy,
Taste the sweat across my face.
Inhale,
Exhale.
Feel the Fear.
Don't tempt it,
Just loose it.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
