A paralysis sets in, and she is the force that caused it. The most clawing time she can remember, hands bloodied as they claw against the coarse granite of the slopes around her. She cannot get a handhold, she cannot stop the falling, either.
She fell down a flight of stairs, and she took too many painkillers for the bruising. In that woozy place between pain and intoxication, she decided to try passion. To try spontaneity.
She cannot get a handhold.
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mary june brown 