You’ll hear me
before you see me
my bouncing step
on the gym floor
The clap
of my synthetic skin
against the hands
of a rival
I make no sound
through the air
but you’ll hear
tires peeling out
The slap
against your body
your flesh
the sting
of every
high school cruelty
welts
worms its way in
through the bruising
of all the bullies
I fall away
leaving that
smell of rubber
on you
in you
And you know
I’ll be back
flying
at your head
June 5, 2020
Day 60 of 100
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