Pangs in my chest. Swollen eyelids. Skinned elbows. You cant take any of it back. When I’m laughing, I’m really screaming for help. My lungs are boiling with sad breaths and sad words and sad pleas. I remember how I wore my hair the night I thought about leaving everything behind. I remember the sting in my throat. I remember the fog. I remember the feeling of finality. Fast cars that made me hold my breath at every turn. watched the pavement glisten from dew fall. I can still hear the screeches echo like a beautiful crescendo. Let’s blow past every red light because nothing will stop us. Nothing will stop us. Nothing will stop us. Until it did. -Amt