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and so it begins...

Breathless Tales by Janet Chester Bly


I would rather

clutch my invitation

and wait my turn in party clothes

Prim and proper

Safe and clean.

But…

a pulsing hand keeps driving me over

peaks, ravines and spidered brambles…

so I will pant up to the pearled knocker

tattered

breathless

and full of tales.