You swivelled the steering wheel
faster
than I could swivel
my choices.
The cruiser bathed in the pond,
and I drank panic
faster
than I expelled hope.
Something leapt within.
And akin to a thousand moons of dismay,
You opened the door
And swam away.
Leaving death
Writhing inside me
faster
than you ever had.
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