Bike so hard, my heart could
break through my chest, rattling its cage
and cracking ribs, one at a time, while lunging

forward and back. My breath scraping as
though I had been born with iron lungs coughing up
the resentment of myself. Tried so

hard to make my thoughts leave

the conflict of fire combined with water.
Hissing inside my heart and head, making me feel
as though I would crash of this overpowering

emotion that consumed all the
innocence I once held. Everything that
made me real had been a farce, was

as predictable as a badly written plot.
Taking every step as outlined despite
the wind whispering a tale quite

different. I fell, while it was howling of
imminent despair during my bike ride, over a
broken promise, a not kept word. I told

myself I could have him.


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