vroom. vroom, vroom, vroom. the car's engine lusts; hushed screams terrorized----an unfulfilled desire to break off its parts and run away. black blood seeps through slits; smoke rising out of its mouth. the car's screech is shrill--the existence languid and repellent. and vehicle spots its prey, callow locks and vile facade fade underneath the sun's spotlight. the coldness of the iron armor become engulfed in the heat's embrace; as it fades away almost immediately as it begs for more. a quivered lip shakes, but remains silent as the vehicle circles around its prey, engines clicking together as tires screech----a composition in strident forte. and tongue grazes lip, as lethargic look pierces emerald hue----and brow curves upward, teasing look nipping at visage. ' look who it is. ya need a ride? ' ------and stifled giggle halts against her lip.
