Alice drove. She threw her head back, howling with the pounding music, as she flattened the pedal beneath her foot. The vibrations from the road flowed up her leg, reminding her. Alice was alive. The dark miles flashed outside her window. Thankfully, no red and blue lights were flashing there….
Author: cuirisse
Fragments
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Hannah
The bus window was frigid against Hannah’s forehead, but she couldn’t feel the cold. All the sixteen year-old felt was the weariness of loss in her limbs and the sharp shards of a broken heart digging holes of confusion and self-loathing into her chest. The music that was being piped…
Poetry
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And she could fly
And she could fly The car speeds past The roads The lines vanish She stares Watching a world Passing by Can she flt Open the window. Take off the seatbelt. And fly. Lose herself. Be free. For that moment Between the air And the asphalt. Between serenity And pain Between…