Wall-of-Death-Beth
count-coup on me 3 times
into the gaping maw of Turn 1
.
Wall-of-Death-Beth
count coup on stock brakes
.
Wall-of-Death-Beth
shoot past timid-braking me
straight like an acid spear
into the wet wide eyes of her angry god
.
Wall-of-Death-Beth
brake so late
she flash-of-light
shatter like glass
the darkest night






