Friday, November 4, 2016

half way there

Yet the only color underneath is a deep onyx luster black, its parallel bands glowing as I move forward. My toes feel as if they're choking in fresh mud, cool and mushy. I look at her face, smiling; should I allow the eyes to get to me? my spine caves in. 

Come in. she chirps, the water's so nice. 

Is it? 

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