Poetry · Writing

Experience

I couldn’t remember

last time I wasn’t afraid

of not being hurt.

dropping the life line

running out into the suns

ray bans down

Feeling the light move around available skin.

Deleting the call log

mossy groves filled with lion roar

of hesitation.

The sun melts it away with no

warning– moving side to side

flossin’.

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