It’s a nice day to die
she said,
revving the engine
of her silver
machine
(the sun was setting
in a peculiar way,
angels were praying
in the desert sun)
you gamble you take chances
or why wake up?
she said
I, I dream of a future
and murder the past
she said
I, I talk to death daily
(do you like my new scars?)
it’s been a while since I died
she said
she rode with the wind
into the vast black sky.
December 18th, 2020