02-26-2018, 07:03 PM
haze like a fever
i fell like a dreamer for sweet tea and lemonade; it clings to my t-shirt it’s loud and it lingers, designed to suffocate. i light up to find what i’ve known all this time, there’s some beauty here yet
She’s in the midst of Tephra this time, drying off in the autumn sun after spending the majority of the day in the warmth of a stream close to the volcano’s foothills. The scents of freshwater and warm dirt waft off her body. Despite bathing in the water, she is patchy with layers of dirt that cling to the maturing curves of her body.
Wishbone is still a lanky, youthful thing but she is almost a year old and growing quickly. The auburn highlight of her dark mane catches on the dying sunlight. Her eyes turn toward the sky, where faint hints of the constellations of the night are beginning to dance into view. Excitement winds its way into her heart; some of her most peaceful moments are spent in the company of the navy sky with its glowing counterparts.
A soft puff of hair leaves the cavities of her lungs before Wishbone’s mahogany head lowers to catch some blades of emerald grass.
Wishbone is still a lanky, youthful thing but she is almost a year old and growing quickly. The auburn highlight of her dark mane catches on the dying sunlight. Her eyes turn toward the sky, where faint hints of the constellations of the night are beginning to dance into view. Excitement winds its way into her heart; some of her most peaceful moments are spent in the company of the navy sky with its glowing counterparts.
A soft puff of hair leaves the cavities of her lungs before Wishbone’s mahogany head lowers to catch some blades of emerald grass.
@[Tangerine]