Music blasts through the speakers
My mouth stumbling over the lyrics
Hands on the wheel,
Running on empty
Somehow feeling light as the air
That rushes through the window
But heavy as the tar
That paints the road.
A limitless girl
Meeting an endless world;
I have never felt so alive.
Glancing at the dash,
My foot presses the gas
Feeling the world dissolve around me
As the needle inches into red.
about the author
Nikki Bevacqua is a 17-year-old writer from the Bay Area. Taking inspiration
from the natural world in combination with her own experiences, she loves to
write poetry and dabbles in short fiction pieces—occasionally submitting her
work to online contests or school-wide publications. Other than writing, Nikki
loves to read historical and science fiction novels from her local library. She
splits her free time between cross country or swim practice, homework,
reading the odd book and keeping up with her New York Times Games
streaks.
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