discomfort

one step closer

hand white knuckle gripping the only handle tense collective standing cuz everyone’s gotta hold their ground can’t be touched in the window my reflection fogs tells me how irritable the moment is elbows and fists intersect to find space searching and yet losing one’s grip doors open to the underworld exposing fresh cool air more…

It was a day when the girl was frustrated. She had been walking through the forest in the dry heat for what seemed like forever. Dried pine needles crunched under foot with every step. She was hot. She was tired. And a small voice inside her said you can rest whenever you want. Still she…