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steady flows the blood
from my temple to the floor
slow comes the words
i utter as i fall from grace
By glennis desensi URL on 07.01.2013
Dad held the bike steady as mom sat on the blue seat.
“I never learned! I’m scared!” she screamed, but with a smile on her face.
Down the sidewalk they went, with dad holding on then not.
“I’m doing it!!!!” Mom screamed then promptly rode the bike into a rose bush.
“Ow,” she said.
“I want to do it again!”
Before the next ride there were band aids and antiseptic applied.
“I’ll be the only lawyer in court with a skint knee!”
Again, Dad held the seat as mom felt steady then he let go. For all those years she watched her friends ride and have the freedom of the neighborhood, she rode.
By Lori on 07.01.2013
The world tilts and spins around me
I have no solid hold on reality
Shadows crawl into my skin
Eating through me from within
Yet through it all
As I fall
Somehow my breathing is steady
By Cat on 07.01.2013
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.