Tractor mural

The noise was getting worse. No matter how they tried to pretty it up, the dirt and the heat were oppressive. The grit got into the bedsheets and their clothes. The children were constantly scratching their scalps. He held his breath as his wife fake smiled her way through it. But the company had promised a better life and he had to wholeheartedly espouse and accept it. He prayed they would be true to their word.

Lips

No one expected this from him. He was about to unleash a part of himself long subverted and at this point, bursting for release. What was once tentative and fragile was now mature, ripe and heavy. The consequences, of which he well knew, would be dire. His inner war had been conquered. He would be true to himself.