Wind whips

by

Emma - Louise Braiden

Wind on my face
Icy touch over my lips
Whips through my hair
I can feel the sting of chill
Red roses on my cheeks.

More pressure placed
The pedal lowers, numbers rise
The wind whips harder
Pleasure to pain
I wind the window up.

Instant calm
Nothing but the comfort of speed
And the whirr of the engine
The warmth of air
Vented by my feet.

Highway hypnosis overcomes
My car knows the way
While my mind wanders
How fast am i going?
Dodge the slow traffic.

I wonder how long I've got
And how much of that time
I will spend speeding
Wind whipping through my hair
I see red.

Red circles in font, beside
A different pedal hit
Numbers decrease
Not in time
Red wind whips through...

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Why don't you look at Sky
by: Jenny Pettenger
from: Pretoria, Gauteng, South Africa

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