In the heat
of the moment, my shoes stick
like bubblegum
to the burning tarmac.
Heavy summer air,
thick with words I'd choke on
if I tried to cough them out,
hovers between headlights
and trapped animal.
Peeling off my shoes
like blistered skin,
I turn and run
until the pavement swallows me up
feet first,
bite after bleeding bite.
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