She'd driven winding paths before
twisted & curvy, hills and bumps
she reveled in it really
making the road her own
riding every single one
of the 280 horses
at her fingertips
under her seat
rushing through her veins
She downshifted just as she'd done
a thousand times before
left foot synchronized with the right
taking the top of the curve
effortlessly turning the wheel
down into the turn
the tires begin to slip
Her determined, self-satisfied grin disappears
and is replaced with something else
surprise, fear, excitement, anticipation
the back end starts to slide out
the car begins to scream
her knuckles are drained of blood
her pupils fill her eyes
the sky is the ground and the ground is the sky
once, twice, three times, more
her hands are jolted off the wheel
her body slammed against the door
then back to the other side
whiteness explodes in her face
softening the blow
she's smiling now
one last floating spiral
through the air, through the dust
suspended animation
and in that fraction of a second.......
a pure blanket of freedom
