eye contact

i slipped my goggles over my helmet as i left the house this morning, but i forgot to push them down over my face. it wasn't until i was about to pull into the back entrance that i realized there were tears streaming down my cheeks, the wind tunneling into my eyes like a thousand papercuts.

in the summer, i'll bike through clouds of gnats, feeling them drown in the sweat pooling at my brow and sliding into the corners of my eyes. the chemicals they secrete as they die sting as it seeps into the mucous membranes of my face, and sometimes it blinds me for a moment.

05 March 2018 19:59