Comfort in a Crowd
anxiety and awe
Wiggling fingers
entice me
to grab hold and
forget
.
Blurry chaos without my glasses
enveloping us
chatter, shuffling, transactions
.
forget
.
Skewed glances that judge with ice
I feel trapped by others' gaze
often
.
Those fingers
behind her back
wiggling worms with red painted heads
ringed with silver and skulls
make me forget
.
I reach, trying to catch on to her
as we surge forward together
mowing through the waving weeds
beneath the burning luminance
a humming roar of crowded speech
.
I've connected,
thin fingers wrap around my chubby pointer and middle
just like how I hold onto my dad's larger hands
she looks back, a wash of curls preamble her quirky smile
tighter
.
I forget everything else
a unit now, no longer anxious
a safety rope drawn between our bodies
She leads me on.
Through the market of factory farmed customers.
She leads the way.
I focus on her hair in awe,
loose wound ringlets of umber and carmine and auburn
That glaring florescence makes it shimmer
.
I smile,
and wish I could hold her hand all the time.
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Comments (1)
Amazing imagery and use of language, well done!