Swing

My suitcase rattles

I walk fast

Heavy

Filled with bones and metal

Gold and Cowry shells

My heels grip

Legs shift

Hair to brush soft

the back of my ass

Moving with me

Pushing faster

Momentum of fate

To the playground

Bend my knee and swing higher

Point my toes to cut the wind

Anticipating the jump

Face first into the sandbox

Black hair tangles the wire

Nose breaks

Lips locked in iron

Memories shift to the taste

of blood and sand