You dance on two yellow tightropes. Airbags explode through the echo of blue and red lights. 11:57 p.m., grounded by the pavement, you dance on two yellow tightropes. Headlights on the wrong side of the road. Terror drowned out by the echo of blue and red lights. Vision blurs, and metal clashes as you dance on two yellow tightropes. A night filled with red solo cupsdrowns out the echo of blue and red lights. Screeching tires and shattered glass, all because you danced on two yellow tightropes. Blue and red lights echo through the night.
Yellow Tightropes | Sofia Melgarejo
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