Sneakers / Wet

Breath is held under a heavy rain, as I elaborately slice through air as if I were a cucumber. My sneakers defined by skin, bones and sweat. Colluding in a seductive sway with the trees, rising and falling with the cool air on my cheeks, adrenaline feeding in a frenzy throughout my flesh. My body submissive, stripped of any, and all, antiquated inhibitions.

 Coaxing forth a gush of flame my sneakers are digested into a converted curtain of morning fog. In a poised arch my shoulders offer an expression of contained endurance, as lace droplets cover my flesh in a honeycomb weave of perspiration.