Crash

Something inside of me stirs and I sit up

Sweating
Like nothing I have ever felt
It hurt pretty bad
I think I liked it
How fast could I have been going?
20?  45?  70?
No fucking idea
I couldn’t care less
I liked it
The important thing now is getting away
And doing it fast
Faster than I was going
That’s the only thing that’s clear
With an impact like that, there’s always a mess to leave behind
A sickening mess to clean up
Which I want nothing to do with
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