into the west

Imageas i made my way out of the woods and into the long silver ditch that lined the highway, i heard about a thousand birds cry, and i craned my neck to see them lighting out from the tips of the elms. they looked like ideas would if released suddenly from the page and given bodies – shocked at how blood actually felt as it ran through the veins, as it sent them wheeling into the west, wings raking, straining against the requirements of such a physical world.

words: rebecca lee | bobcat and other short stories (p. 42)

photo: iphone | austin, tx


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