Impossibly fast it was. It soared past me, knocking my hair out of its tight bun. Which made me frown. Everyday it happened. Every, single day. I’d walk faster. Take a different path but it still managed to tackle me down. I’d try to sing it to sleep with sweet Spanish melodies or curse it to earths floor with damp and rotting whispers. Though there is something enchanting about it. Especially with the way it swayed, laced intertwined with your heart as it races inside your body.

Written by Alecia Writes  

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