Time Traveller
she is a time traveller
past curfew
she has never felt more safe
she has never felt more dangerous
she has never felt more alone
she has never felt more her own
she is a time traveller
past curfew
her hair a trail of jet stream
spine stiffening
fingers clenching
eyes darting
she means it:
racing the shadows
floating on waves of dark and white
of tentative streetlamp light
slipping in and out
she rides towards home
but in darkness curfews
are sliding sand
(seconds - hours - minutes)
granules plummeting the funneled
hour-glass design
murmured syllables of recorded time
and past the appointed hour
in darkness she rides
home churning the pedals
of that red bike like
she means it
she is a time traveller
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