A shallow ditch brings me where I did not want to go and a fork in the road stares at me in silent accusation. An apology dies on my lips and I numbly feel my fingesr squeeze and relax in anticipation. The world has stopped, time is at a standstill, humming in deaf ignorance of the path I am about to take. The sun holds its breath, when it exhales my skin is burnt, flesh falling away like charred paper. The walls around my limbs release and fall away like a wrapper. I ascend, stretching the new extentions on my back that bring me further and further from the ground.
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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