Follow Through

We fall without sound or tumbling. We are upright and eyeing one another. You are incredibly upset with me. The centipedes and ticks are lifted from our arms by the wind and we grow lighter and more certain of our rapidly approaching death. We’re wet from the storms and frightened by the thunder. It is all around us and inside of us and telling us not to worry, it will be okay. Everything is fine. It’s got us.

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