Sahara

I wanted to feel alive.

So with a CLICK the belt came off.

Speeding out of control.

It was an old car

I was dangerous.

I was careless.

I made it home and smiled.

exhilaration. I was lucky.

Others were not. 

A news story.

My sleepy town awoke.

Jolted from its slumber by the

decisions of a girl.

The unforgiving turn.

The tree.

The CLICK that never happened.

The lack of a belt.

The manifestation

of a body.

The belt is a straight jacket.

But I need protection 

from myself.

 I seek thrills.

They make me

Tick.