I have a swing.
One foot on the ground,
the other hovering.
And then I'm gone.
I have a swing.
The wind presses tightly.
Pushing me back and back,
until my spine is aligned with the universe.
And then
I
let go.
Leaning back so far that I almost
fall out of the seat,
but I don't.
Instead I fly.
Abandoning all fear as
the adrenaline pours hard through my blood,
screaming at me as I find myself on the cusp
of the unknown.
The shadows and the light,
the dead and the life,
crumbling below me as I swing.
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Let Me Show You The Night
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