Sandpaper sensations ripple under and across my skin, along my triceps and thighs. The dull ache radiating out of the elbows, knees, metacarcals and the toes doesn’t stop. Even the departure of the day’s rain has not helped.
Ride the Dragon.
My throat catches as I imagine her. My shoulders and neck tense up. I brace for the next abrupt criticism or cold glance. My breath shortens as my awareness tunnels in on her every reaction.
Ride the Dragon.
It’s no coincidence that the physical and mental stressors coincide. I’d prefer relief from each. Nevertheless, the path proceeds. This is the way.
Ride the Dragon!
while the day’s
humidity rises
evening birdsong
Jade Li, over at dVerse, hosts OLN this week. Here is my take on the optional prompt.
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