Razer light off glass shining towers, orange haze from the cities lights. Hurtling through the night, the road receding under tyre powers.
Rain lashing against kevlar and leather. Sweat inside, to hot, but this is how I will live forever.
Last drop off of the day, important, life in the balance. This little package strapped to my back, has a life on my reliance.
I lean into the last turn, running on empty, the fuel burnt. I run for the hospital doors, pass security quick, tricks I have learnt.
I hand the packet to the nurse, he beams me a smile. For once in my life I’m a hero, tonight one less person, leaves the ward in a hearse.
D Feb 2017