someone please let
me in
on when life loosens its
tightening, frightening grasp
on my reality

this is my white flag
this is my deafening thud

as skull meets asphalt in deadly heat
blood pours out and boils beside my face
scents of pavement, iron, and salt swarm my nostrils

and if i'm not pathetic, then i'm prophetic
ahead of my time,
or better yet, eons behind

don't wanna slow down, don't wanna catch up

rather be ****** up,
yeah,
i'd rather be ****** up