i met this girl
at a holiday party.
but that sounds too simple
for what it really felt like.
see i met this girl
at a holiday party
and
the moment she said hello,
i felt
my bones adjust,
like before her,
my body was unevenly
tilted,
my existence
misplaced.
she had liquid eyes
the kind
that make your
insides
bloom.
and i
couldn’t
look
away.
it was as if
her eyes
and lips
and breath
magnetized
my
bone marrow.
she came up to me
while i was scooping a
massive serving of
mac n cheese
onto my plate.
she said:
“I’m glad
I’m not the only one
who came up again
just for this.”
I could feel
the sound waves
of her voice
vibrating my heart valves.
So, naturally,
I panicked,
mumbled something
like “you betchya!”
and stumbled off
to admire
the shape
of her smile
from a safe distance.
later,
in the kitchen,
i told her i liked
the skull tattoo
on her forearm.
i could see more
ink stained skin
poking out
from under her shirtsleeves.
i wondered
what might happen
to my central nervous system
if i ever
got the chance
to trace my finger over every
line.
i think
it would feel
like lightning.
my back ached
the next day.
in her absence
my body
seemed to
return to its previous
lopsided state.
but every now
and then
i think
i feel the
sizzle
of the subtle electric currents
she unknowingly left
in the network
of blood vessels
under
my skin.
it feels
a little
like lightning.
About the Creator
Sarah Treaster
Just a 23 year old woman who likes poetry, dogs, Netflix, lions, feminism, food, and who is trying to find something more stimulating to do besides download, delete, then re-download those awful things called dating apps.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.