Literature
Trip
Her eyes lit up, the way cigarettes do crashing onto the highwayÕs skin, orange sparks of cancer glimpsing into reality and dissipating. Fearsome pride, a drive for something better and a will to surpass the others, drowning, lay beneath a fluorescent white skin. She breathed in the acrid smoke of green, huff huff puff and release. Repeated several times, until the green turned to morphed black and gray. Beautiful new ambition seeped into her fingertips. Her body tingled from the drugs and the inspiration. ÒYes, pride, I have you! I am good I am good, I am beautifulÉ oh I am so much more than this.Ó Brain says this to mou