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Toxic Adrenaline

Do you know what I crave
A heart in a car on a road
Nothing more
The smell of sulfur rich and thick in the air
Like leather gone uncured
Black dirt on the soles of his boots
Propped up on the dashboard
Because now
I am driving
He plants kisses in my cherry hair
Infuses my neck with gold and silver
Tucks crystal in between my veins
In the sky above
Vultures ride thermals
Like sticky porcelain children riding a carousel
For the next turn
I see it up ahead
A road sign like a predator’s skull
And he sinks the fangs in again
And the children get off the carousel.

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