Mendota Withstanding

[vc_row][vc_column][title type="subtitle-h6"]Alexandra Pleasant[/title][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width="11/12"][vc_column_text]Thin-skinned hands, hard and fast,bear down on the surface.Not thunder, the lake.Yawning fractures and chary fate.Bare palms on the icesearching for a pulse.To feel it rifting apart.To feel Mendota break.Beneath your weightmaybe Mendota does the same,suspecting you on the other sidepresses her hard-hearted faceagainst the frozen plane.Awaiting your faults to tear through,as from the weight beneath you.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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