Speed

The wind delivers it
like a needle
like a syringe, it injects the toxin
the faster the air
the stonger the dose
anxiety
the black tar rubber
mocking physics
visibility limited
only green lace & shadows whizz by
the feeling mixed
frightened yet safe
trusting but sorrowful
emotions too fragile
senses too sensitive
tissues can't absorb it all
freedom too intense
whips of ice on skin too soft
no barrier
no layers
plastic
steel
vinyl
leather
rubber
foam
missing
no illusion of safety
just a whisper of fabric & leather
like sanity
shielding
from images too horrible
holding in organs
keeping out worldly weapons
that intend to wound
maim
sting
kill
teetering on the edge
between insanity & normalcy
just a feather
a breath of wind
can push it either way
too much
too fast
dry eyes cringe closed
leather-gloved hands grasp tight
rubber wheels stop slowly
the rush of insanity disappears
speed gone for now
relief of stillness in the dark
warm rush of blood through the body
reminder of life