Sunday, June 23, 2019

Rough Ride

The machine growls and purrs beneath me
so heavy
so solid.
I giggle as it lurches forward
pleased at my ability to control the beastly thing.
It rumbles along, doing exactly what I say,
following my gaze wherever I point it.
This beast is mine
but not quite tamed.
It listens too well,
but I don't have all the commands.
We take bites out of each other
and retreat to lick our wounds.

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