Saturday, October 25, 2014

Fuel of Pain

Choking on fuel
That burns anger,
Pain, resentment,
Spitting of words,
Choking the sobs,
Pointing fingers.

Starving for air.
No room to breathe.
Engine gasping,
Chugging, lurching,
Begging to be,
Understood once.

Engine stalled,
A breath comes in,
Truth exhales fire,
Burning the room,
And all inside.

All is in ruins,
Fuel everywhere,
Poisoning all,
Soaking through earth,
And sets me free.

Air and fuel mix,
The spark ignites,
Engine fires up,
Wheels start turning,
The road ahead,
Open, calling,
Beckoning me.

Escape and Ride


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About Sash

People call me "Sash" because I'm a former beauty queen in my old home town. My father used to ride in an MC which got me interested in the culture. After my last divorce I said "goodbye" to Susie Homemaker and became the naughty, biker chick I always felt inside. (Read more...)