My resolve
crumbles just long enough to doubt my own perception, as I run through a spider
web dangling in suspension. My face en-clothed in a white spiral diamond of
veil as my breath announces itself under the tangled web of my flesh. Cupping
palm against cheek, just long enough to catch the rolling bead of sweat from a
torrid ride on the wave of my breast. Moving in and out of life like the
changing of the seasons, a cord of connection between the web and my sneaker
traps all of my discontent. Leaves it hanging on a broken tree branch,
dangling, unattached, unnoticed...
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