tiny spires of coldness and hardness pinch the skin on my face, stinging mercilessly, before morphing into cool globs of soothing liquid that well up on the shoulders and forearms of my cotton t-shirt. mascara pools in my lashes, streaks down my cheeks. sweat and water run into my mouth, tasting agonizingly pure and marvelously primitive at the same time. the beat of sneakers on asphalt synchronizes with the rush of wind and the patter and splat of raindrops on the ground.
the cares of the world rush out the soles of my feet and away down the heaven-stained street.
"tonight she's out to lose herself..."
I love this one! Very well written!
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