Silky hand cradles her face in the night. Skin pulled tight, white
as a clamshell radiating light against the dark ceiling.
Fear on her countenance, a billboard
on the highway. It’s clear we all know.
Despite everything, endurance mounts against the odds.
A climber looks up, up, making
firm decisions about footing. One touch of the ground
after the other. From the heavens,
marbles crash to the ground, a thousand
bounces of glass. Variegated sparkles break
sun streaks into pieces and the effort is intense.
It’s the sound of hard rain that won’t let up.
The event pierces the hold of tradition
tied in square knots behind her back.
Abruptly, the soft hand pulls away, even as her gaze holds
ever skywards.
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