THIS IS ABOUT A FOOT STEPPING ON GRASS
The grass was frosted for the night was cold. Yet she was outside. Her flesh was sensitive upon the green blades, her curves rolling slowly along crushing them underneath her weight. Arches would reach towards the sky in anticipation of the cold and thin tufts of hair stood on end stretching up towards the stars. Her skin turned white for the blood feared the cold and went to hide leaving her covered in goose bumps. She paused, unsure of her resolve to take another step, the cold was piercing.
FALLING
I'm falling
Not like when you don't see the step
Not like when your shoelace is untied
Not like when you get pushed
More like when you jumped
Like you're gliding endlessly through the stars
Like your eyes are close, your worries are gone and no fear grips you of the inevitable end
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