Room 14 is a motorcycle, speeding down the highway without a care in the world.
Room 14 is a red maple, with tough bark hiding sweet sap.
Room 14 is a confidence course, full of challenges.
Room 14 is a BLT, with a diversity of flavours.
Room 14 is a cut resistant glove, willing to delve into the most parlous of places.
Whenever I peep in mirrors,
Room 14 defiantly stares back at me.
It's empowering.
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