bold
she was my brave one, my daredevil,
the one who loved the stench
of adrenaline pouring off in your sweat
and the one who, eventually,
ran her dirtbike off a cliff
and right up the stairway to heaven.
YOU ARE READING
visions
Poetrythe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86
