Mia Patrice


You’re running and you see it
A shiver of ecstasy runs through you
You rush towards it imagining the feel of it against your flesh
You itch in anticipation, yearning to touch it
You quicken your pace as your skin begins to burn
The old man stares at you, afraid
He starts to move, but you stop him, yelling “No! ”
So close, so close
You’re a foot away

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