294 – Raw

A mind, a body,
A million tiny tendrils
Crawling thru your skin.

Tripwires standing on end,
Ready to be triggered
By the slightest breeze.

Raw flesh closely gliding
Over salt
And molten ashes.

It takes a firm hand
To pull the very nerves
And rein the fear.

A mind, a body,
A series of deep breaths.
One more day
Of survival.

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