It Never Stops

Buzzing,
a hammering
in my brain

but deeper.

Shaking,
twisting
around my insides,
and I just need it
to stop.

I scream for it
to stop.

“You did nothing wrong!”

“Everything’s fine!”

But it screams right back
in my face
and I somehow know
it’s right.

I’m waiting for the basket
to get too full,
for it to topple the bike,
for the weight to break the rider
so completely
that she can’t come back,
that she’ll never come back.

It seems just around
the next bend,
the imminent catastrophe
where I crash
and the voices are finally
right.

~Patience

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