The Scorpion

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A hurried crawl in the corner of her eye
Draws attention to a nervous energy
Alive inside and outside, a feeling
A fear, a sense, a sickness in the gut

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A pause of motion, a moment frozen
Is it the fear or the arachnid piercing progress?
Gaze into the distance, look back down
At the microscopic scorpion, scurrying away

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Eyes forward, keep treading, beyond anxiety
Look up, a new perspective on the horizon
Drawing closer, in clarity and transformation
The fear behind her, an oasis awaits.
 

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XOXO, L

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a photo series with Octavio Veliz