“with one hundred hands each” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Thursday March 16, 2017
10:30pm
5 minutes
Age Of Bronze Betrayal
Eric Shanower


Stepping into the water
you aren’t sure if you’ve been
here before
Your twenties are a blur
One hundred hands reach out
to touch you and you close
your eyes because you aren’t
sure if this is ecstasy
or hell
Vic stands on the shore
cheering you on
even though you never
asked them to
There’s a sand bar that
stretches out really far
and when you turn back
to see Vic
they are smaller than a
lego man
Eventually there’s a drop off
and you dive under water
and you are flooded with
all the times you were
afraid

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“with one hundred hands each” by Sasha at her kitchen table