The car speeds faster and faster.
She wonders how much this car can really handle.
80 mph = a sudden death on impact.
Or, how many flips until the roof caves in, killing her instantly.
She continues to drive.
And continues to wonder.
-Lotte
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PoetryA Collection of poetry written by Me, Myself and I. Looking for a more "sweeter" collection of poetry? Make sure you find my second book, Sugar.
