wildly winding mountain road descending elevation blurs careening towards freedom the darkness seems to follow ~ white knuckled and madly steering screeching wheels struggle to grip gaskets swell with petroleum pressure radiator coolant hisses and spits ~
a long exhale on a straight stretch a droplet of harsh mortality leaves the temple and travels its own downhill journey twisting along the neck banking on the pectoral incline picking up speed slaloming belly hair ~
slamming the transmission into first engine whine echoes howling moan bounces off canyon walls as the cramp in my colon reaches maximum ache I drop the metaphor and head to the toilet /