Breaking Point

The words crawl off the wall
Onto your face
Scarring where they can.
I dig in further with my heels
Slam on the brakes
And slam over my knees
Onto my face.
I can hear them laughing.
Does it matter that I’m off
Balance and can’t take it
They tell me to go faster
So that I don’t need to worry.
But I do.
I worry that I’ll go so fast
I won’t have the strength to lean
Back and hit the brake.
I worry that I’ll keep going and
Forget it all.
And the only thing left will be the wind
Pushing me further
Because I’ll be alone
And unable to carry myself.
There will be nothing left to break.

The End

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