rollerblades for xmas
a visceral childhood memory
By EvannPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read
fast, maybe even
faster than a gust of wind
look at me, daddy
*
an unforeseen rock
skin tearing against the earth
dirt loosening teeth
*
my skin is burning
a fire lit on my knees
cheeks hot, embarrassed
*
water pricks my eyes
shake it off my dad tells me
i wipe them away
About the Creator
Evann
(they/them) I spent the entire summer before 6th grade writing my first piece of fiction in a composition notebook with a no. 2 pencil and I've been storytelling ever since
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