all I want to do is let go

Rustling

like a schoolyard whisper.

A rumour of change.

Swirling grit whips playfully into

my goosebumpy shins.

Tugging at the hem

of my skirt

like a teasing adolescent –

forcing me to place a demure

hand against the fabric,

when all I want to do is let go.

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