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the night of the swarm

my bare thighs press hard against the hot, prickly concrete— biting into them tiny, shallow red craters. as the morning breeze fills the jersey air the subtle smell of city smog is exhilarating. i look back to see a swarm of people— colorful, vivacious forming a jagged line sprawled along the curb for miles… of which i’m in the middle. i whip back around and out new paint pens crack! their fluorescent hues begin to dance across the opaque white sheet when suddenly— a lanternfly! its descending, scarlet wings flecked with specks of vantablack shade alight in the oozing aequorea blues now brighter than ever— its thriving self takes flight glowing as the swarm follows into the night.

the night of the swarm

my bare thighs press hard against the hot, prickly concrete— biting into them tiny, shallow red craters. as the morning breeze fills the...

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