As the crone stretches her arms out she smacks her lips together. She feels the aches and pains in each joint and studies the etched lines in her skin
Our eyes lock, you watch the fear in my eyes grow until each eyeball bulges, detaching from its socket, the optic nerve holds for a moment snaps & it tumbles, hitting the earth creating a small cloud of dust
The joy of the Mountain Bike road trip.
Shock waves from trauma and fear echo throughout time
I am an overall metamorphic blob of the feel-skees.
Fear and getting over it.
Well, sort of.
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