Driving Blind

I stop looking. I found it.

Strapping on the blindfold, behind the wheel, shut the door, roaring the engine to life.

Stomp it.

Feeling life springing under my fingertips.

Lit on power.

Red fire singing under my eyelids.

Red fire surging in my chest.

Intricate dance moves with kiss-my-ass curves.

Sashaying to a new beat, one long forgotten.

Alive, again.