Tingling on fingertips and sweaty palms.
My hands waiver beside me.
Afraid to blink,
I know nothing else.
Walking through an unfamiliar strip of woods
on the side of some road.
Maybe we're on the brink of being something else.
In the dirt is our shadows, yet I can't see myself.
Only spiderweb entanglement of what no one
around sees
- it's funny.
Standing there feeling the external protection
of my brothers arms wrapped around me,
and scared to move my body away from any interior enemy
grasping at my nerves.
~ Tina Meeks
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