ride by Krysti Joméi art by Julianna Beckert ready set, fists lock around the smooth metal bars of her sweet cherry ride. straight-face, tough enough, she never stops on red. like pressing pause on a good song. pupils flare, brows sharp, like a boxer that ripe second before the bell. her pulse, the rhythm of the ride. an air-fueled beat for the tar dance ahead. everyday’s a good day to die live.
15 Publizr Home