For your life, in hot pursuit
Outa money, outa gas, outa time
Silently with the bulls
Mascara down your face
To me, by you
Far, far away
On empty, on fumes
For leader of the land
Twenty six point two
A refrigerator with scissors
It’s what I’m born to do
Welcome to Day 13. In keeping with the mysterious quality of the number 13, today’s challenge is to write a riddle poem. This poem should describe something without ever naming it.

My title is also a clue. It’s my “Canyon Name” given to me by friends for the number of rest stops I needed while hiking to Havasupai Falls, and for my need to flee.

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