A Bicycle Accident

By: Cheyenne Mann

Graze the lips with concrete and floss with blood

Wintergreen and sharp, pennies in the mouth that

Rattle like bicycle wheels down long hills.

Bandaid sticky, adhesive concealer that fortifies a face

To face the world dripping with bruises, salt, and the momentum

Of a body flying over handlebars is the sum of all its particles,

It falls at 9.8 meters per second squared,

Entangled with the speed of gravity, eating rocks

Gargelling gravel, sip on the feet of the earth and

Fly face first into the mint green grass stained road

Drip from nose, tongue, face, sharp and tangy

And leave a mark, red as plum, saying I was here