Curvy hills cut into the still black night.
I coast through tree paths peaking
higher than buildings. Arms of trees
crowded walkways. Branches scraped
while my back locked straight, knees bent,and shoulders
divorced. Chest exposed. My heart expanded
like a balloon and deflated after
another push. 
My head is extended past
my body’s frame 
like a giraffe’s. My arms
thrown back 
like a skier. As I moved
my right foot slightly, 
the grip tape
removed red felt off my shoe.

You take a part of me.
I raised my left knee to my chest
then stomped 
it down
removing pebbles from their previous

spot. Forceful breezes broke
up my swooped-to-the-side

hair and appointed each half of bangs
to separate sides.

The wind pushed through my eyelashes
and vacationed in my eyes for a few minutes.
My ears could of shattered with one flick,

but the sound of fast kept them intact.
Halfway down the hill,

my trucks became seasick and turned a
stable skateboard into undecided piece
of wood. I had my arms to my side and
knees bent lower than before.
I looked like a bad dancer preparing
to perform a surf move. Gravel sliced into
rubber wheels peeling off
stringy pieces.

Six full wheel rotations later, a rock
itself in between wheel and ground
sending me
upwards. My shoulder stained the gravel red
I look up and see my victorious friends.
My scraped elbows and gravel
infused in my

hands showed a mangled boy.
Feeling the roads bumps  and a skateboard’s mystery
showed me I still feel.

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