Playing Chicken
A friend and I, rode our bikes into traffic. Pedaling hard against the current of speeding cars. The doppler effect of horns blended into his screams. Sounds of metal squealing, bending, releasing energy into the crunch of bones. Smelling those mechanical fumes, and his blood, reminded me of the slaughterhouse
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