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terror strikes in the slow afternoon of escape: a tide of mordancy lapping at my toes, a stitch in my ribs leaving me gored and trembling. there are clamors of oranging poppies everywhere i'm trying to cling to. this escape might be the last in the way that each of them might have been. we found each other at one of those times: in a wave of terror to be caught and surfed with abandon.
half-expecting to be caught up in your horns i bobbed along the surface, not adrift, but saving my energy. the purpling lights told a different story: soft focus, gentle reveal, no jumpcuts, even as i lay spatchcocked and dreaming of how i feel when i see the poppies, the ones you told me you didn't know about. i swore to you they're everywhere here, a cup of gold running over.
something breaks the fog of the afternoon's motion sickness: there's a mist of longing rolling in from the hills, a regal light on the horizon, and the smell of trust in the air. we feel ourselves heading back towards the hills. yellow pansies stellate the grasslands between the poppies, ready to be consumed by hungry larvae, your smile ringing like shrill dinner bell in the grass.
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