we sat in a waterless pool,
the shattered leaves gathered in disorder at its peeling concrete bottom.
the white walls laced with chaotic lines led us to believe that our feet had created those spidery veins reaching the length of the pool
a rufescent glow graced our cheeks and the chill was welcome so long as we sat side by side
it was comforting
sitting in a place that wasn't exactly what it was supposed to be.
lounging in a place usually inhabited in warmer months by children with far less worries than we
we heard calls coming from up the road and knew it was time to scale the fence again