amatvivere

It was embarassing. The situation coiled inside of her, twisting her gut and wrenching her emotions.  She leaned against the stone wall and pressed her whole palm against it, feeling what she couldn't see.  She always liked doing this.  In the summer she would sit amongst the chattering grass and she would put her palm flush with the earth, feeling it move beneath her.  She could feel every earthworm and being moving, and knew that she was small. The cement was like ice, sweating from the afternoon's rain.  She put her cheek against it, and felt its hard kiss.  Then she pressed.  The coiling demon spilled out of her fingertips, red hot, ins