sweat / hypnotic/ sneakers / running

  Hypnotic sight of the ground disappearing beneath my feet, as the hurried sensation of the world’s humming enters the chamber of my heart. Hugging the air just a bit pretentiously as my flesh is conscripted into the flimsiest notion of a steamy shower, in romanticized illusion of my sweat. Lips dry, stubbornly passive in response to the outpouring of my pores in the humid spring air spilling out in waves down my cheek. Tendril of my own scent catches me off guard.  A hint of taunting from the trees motivates my sneakers in the moment, leaving a shadow of leaf tattoos imprinted on my flesh. A drip nestles in the gully between my breasts, as the sheer glistening of sweat takes refuge.