The Roofer

The Roofer

The lackluster of shingle and tar slides its way through the roofer’s callused handprints like a stretched and spent paycheck.

It travels in opacity through his skin and up nerves on a length of unraveling patience before reaching through the base of the skull to the eye’s sleepy cradle to pull them shut.

He wipes the sweat from his face and turns back to his work as the faintest breeze reminds him to stay awake.

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