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The crowd cheering like a busy playground filled with kids
Cheering to the stumbling of your steps
A drunken beach, throwing up its salted possessions
Deep sea fishing through my thoughts unable to catch a conclusion
I feel the base of your heart vibrating in my lap
The roar of our fights
Black engine smoke out of your ears
High beamed eyes, teeth grinding like gears
Hands waving like wind shield wipers
Gripping your mouth like gravel under tires
And if you ever asked me what it feels like to be slapped
I'd simply tell you,
Imagine being locked inside of a speaker set on high
Watching a historical dvr movie in latin class
Drinking vinegar as if it's water, not being able to gasp for air
Trying to get to school on time
Hand sanitizer in a paper cut
Learning math on a hot summer day in a room with no windows
Drowning in the heat of the numbers