mmmmm
a race inside
ticks out of my veins
and i am not an athlete
takes my breathe
he dumps more dirt
and i feel the weight
the sound of the thump on my bare back
reminds me of a day
dark sunny day
where we walked
into a screen
to say goodbye
red clay in mounds
on a hill
we said good bye
as dirt dumped
hit
we cried
i was only 16.
my eyes wide
opened to see clear
i never turned back
it was a metaphor.
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