the brilliancy of the skin reflecting shimmery - it was a sheen of sweat - gloss of the pores. white flesh like a flashbulb. light rising making deft half circles of ankle rotations. little pale hairs coming out of (protruding from) the surface of the skin in fair waves. an ocean crashing upon foreign shores. the four oars in eyelets clasped clanking, rowing o'er. my skin like a mast, stretched in wind, catching. my body flayed by the casting rays, pulled over the ribs of my self-made boat, i transport, support, contain.
I write short stories. This is my blog. I'm going to write whatever.