Air so thick it swaddles her like a warm blanket
Salty rivulets of sweat rolling down her back
She wipes her arm across her forehead in a haphazard way
Her intention lost in the weight of the moment
The whitewashed back door with the chipped paint swings
Back and forth, crashing against the house, jarring her consciousness
Every time her heart palpitates, and she wrings her palms
She breathes in a long smooth drag of cigarette
And dreams of the blue ocean
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