Running between speeding cars a hobble in my step
I’d written a little something about this before
Ankle twisting possibly opening the door to meet my maker
But in this case could it be
Cars slow down for me I command
Not likely
It’s the hormone release that gives slo-mo oversaturating
But I need to spring
Mythical creature I transform
Not prepare for impact and brace
What’s up with that
Adrenaline where’d you go
Made it ok no one saw
Transformations beyond human sight
Or out of it anyway
Glitch on
Trying to sit up and write but the internet won’t cooperate
Down more than not grates on the nerves
The last one means I’m almost out
Wish there were a spell to cast
Automated help desk says could be maintenance from midnight to seven any given day
Every given day I sneer
That’s my time
Find another way before I conjure
Wouldn’t like me when I’m angry
I don’t turn green
What can I come up with to fix this…
