Racing, the world flies past you as you pick up speed. Picking the edges to match the board with the lumps of snow. Trying to stop then realizing there was a hidden block of ice just underneath the surface. You fly for what feels like a mile only to fall. Landing with your back folded over the hump on the mountain. Sitting up, holding your breath hoping your back and body are fine. Trying to release your own breath realizing you can’t. You’re drowning yet the only water around is the frozen flakes you’re sitting on top of.
It Didn't Hurt

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