Danger
Springs hold everything up.
If you don’t fix it, you’ll get hurt.
Premonitions are like that.
I don’t like premonitions, they’re right but I don’t like them.
Springs let everyone down.
Down and down and down…
It snapped and I could have died.
My bike did instead.
Springs are useless, sometimes.
I never fix things like that.
I should get the lights up to code.
But instead, I fall asleep at night.
And hope I don’t get let down again.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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