The deer prepare themselves to run
with that cold fire, the chemical rush,
lightning white, adrenaline sparking.
The same adrenaline spiders through
your blue wrists. But you feel so invincible.
You bloom on the highway, moonflower,
trailing your scent. You could never die.
You could never be those bones strung up
drying in the wind, scraped of any soul.
You could grin like this forever. You could
almost taste the infinite. All this life hums
to spill. Uncanny and a little mesmerized,
you could stop a bullet. You really could.