The last time I saw the sun,
I was picking myself up
from tripping over a root,
because...
I was looking over my shoulder..
and there...
was a damn spider
crawling up my leg,
probably...
wondering
why a root felt like cotton...
not knowing why it is flying
on its own
from my finger flick...
sling shot style,
having missed a messy mash
under my hand.
It was then I
ran blindly
into a glaring sunset
falsely proclaiming warmth.
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