The spine is mathematic.
A hand touched the cleft of her chin,
a glacial train moving across the face,
to escape along a sinuous path,
adrenalin courses
as fingertips slide
along an undulating funhouse,
advancing ever downward.
Escape is mathematic.
Trapped, in a funhouse frenzy,
face west, east, north, south, up, down,
adrenalin rises with every move,
every shift, but with a show of spine
the moment cleft,
a train of motion stops.
Her glacial gaze stares back with purpose.
She would be touched no more.
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