Unscreened Skin

Gravity is different by

The Sound.

It pulls heavy and only at

obtuse angles.

Obstinate ampersand obdurate.

Reorientation of the body required.

Leaning forward or back in

pendulous periodicities.

Diabolical hills slanting, paving the path into the noonday sun.

We no longer need wings like Icarus to get

close enough to be burned.

To melt.

Beadlets of perspiration drop into my eyes.

I pretend it stings with the sunscreen

I forgot to put on me.

I am not made-up.

No protection from the ol’ grease-paint.

No quarter from the shade of trees, these days.

Freckles bloomed on my face two days ago.

I catch full-on colo/u/r, now.

An intersection provides me two options:

i) turn 90° and

go horizontal.

ii) climb to-wards the sun.

Y-axis at the point of origin. Straight vertical.

I go up. Higher.

My breath catches-up with the momentum of my stride…..

…… 30 seconds later.

My heart catches my breath

…………60 seconds later……..

I reach the near-top.

False tree-line, per se.

My face suddenly blooms into a rose.

Red. Ruddy.

Like someone made me blush rather too easily.

I relish.

I smell active.

I actively smell

through nasal inhalation

and oral exhalations.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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