A steep road with
twists and turns
plentiful, and pebbles
shielding the gravel,

we stood at the top
in our wheeled shoes. Wanting
to prove she was faster
than I, we began to race

towards the bottom.
Side by side, we rode
at the same speed
until she began to pass.

Grabbing hold of her
hair, I yanked hard
and she fell forward,
while I kept on sliding

and beating her
to the end. I reached
the bottom and she had not
gotten off the ground.

I skated back up
to where she lay
and saw red on her skin. I sat
her up and looked away

from the wound upon her nose.
The tip was scraped
and tears fled her eyes.
I called for help to come over

her screaming cries.
Blaming it on I,
she told the story
emotionally in the hospital

room, but I only denied
and lied, saying
she stumbled on the pebbles
and skid down the road.