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after the panic | for the Sensational II Challenge
It's blurry, but here is the scar on my hand, the green succulents bending toward the sun, my favorite blue pen, the crocheted orange pumpkin sitting on my desk, and my fingers on the keyboard.
Now I feel my skin, cold and sweaty, the softness of my curls, the felt of the pumpkin's leaves, and the chair's fabric in my clenching hand.
My breath slows, in and out, as I crack my fingers one by one, and you whisper "I'm here" into my hair.
A calming mixture of lavender and lemons permeates the air
right before I taste your love on my lips.
About the Creator
Alexandria Stanwyck
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