Down hill

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I feel like I’m a little girl again,

Driving down a steep hill on my Barbie bike


Full speed ahead
But the wind in my hair

And the scream in my throat


And the feeling of floating keeps my feet up high
And I know that even if I do try to stop

I’m going to fast, so that


The second my feet hit the pedals
The bike will stop and I will fly forward

Adrenaline pulsing through my veins


And fear widening my eyes
The only difference is now; I don’t want to stop,

To slow,


To linger.
I want to go faster, and faster, and faster.

And if I try to stop, I want to scrape my knees.


I will not cry.
You can keep your precious band-aids.





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