She drifts to the gust of her gut feeling.
She was wild with her hair. Tangled, dry, and framed to perfection as the wind blew, rounding her wild face perfectly.
She was wild in her eyes. Narrowed to attack, wide when surprised. Emotions so deep yet sat on her pride.
She was wild with her teeth. The kind you watch eat because they are so fascinating. Chicken chewed down to the bone and a snap, suck, slurp, of the marrow.
There’s a fire in her soul
No one can control.
She uses it to rebirth
Yet remains here on earth.
She speeds through the yellow light.
She’s addicted to living.
The world is hers.
And she breaks all the rules
just to prove a point.