See Me Run
Most days, he steers around me like it is a dance, or a children’s game; like we are playing Pretend the Floor is Lava. I am lava and sometimes he looks at me like my head might roll right off my body and bowl him down.
Do you understand,how worried I am all the time?
I need to know you’re okay. And I don’t know if you would tell me if you’re not. I really don’t.
Pretend the Floor is Lava
Only for a minute, I just want to feel it.
What the fuck are you thinking?
I wanted to go for a walk, I just wanted to feel it.
On the side of the fucking highway? Get in. We’re going home.
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