Part of a larger project I'm working on with the TF
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Your shoulder feels stiff like a tree branch. Did I
hold you too tightly? Are you like dandelion seeds
ready to blow away at a mere whisper? I must
look like a fish to you as my mouth opens and closes
trying to find the right words to say. When you mention
the note I’m relieved. My brain says over and over again
“you got the message, you got the message!” I can feel
the adrenaline rush slowly end. Pieces of gravel stab
into my back, I can still feel my arms and legs. A good
sign. There’s a hot feeling on my left arm. The one
that’s not touching you. Someone smeared something
red across my forearm. I let you go. Dab my left arm
and realize that I’m bleeding. You look worried, about
to cry. I try my best to smile and say in a bad British
accent “It’s just a flesh wound”. Tad shakes his head
and frowns as he says “I called your mom, she’s coming
to pick you up”. I mutter “thanks”. The one thing I need
right now is you to see my crazy mother. “So you live
around here?” I ask. Your face turns from sadness
into anger faster than the chameleon’s tongue I saw
on a nature special, so quickly that I don’t have time
to react. Did I say something wrong? My body aches
as it finally realizes that I’ve been in a crash. Lightheaded,
I apologize. Try to smile as I wince at the pain. It felt
as though I was body slammed by my favorite wrestler.
A hear a car coming and honking. I close my eyes. My
mother has arrived.
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