It Never Stops

a hammering
in my brain

but deeper.

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




Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s