What Does it Feel Like?
Unsteady, like the halting journey of
a raindrop down a windowpane or
when a wind sends clouds across the sky and
you get caught in their storm, drenched, and
you wonder fuck, where am I? What just happened?
You hand over your entire month’s wages to a busker and then see
art in a smashed shop window;
You eat salad for supper and
spend too much on a scented
drawer liner and you dance
to silence while imagined sunlight
thatches your gaps and
raindrops, like sugar sprinkles,
colour every bitter bite of life.
You soak your flesh in cream,
exfoliate, until you feel
brand new. Inside and out.
About the Creator
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Incredibly beautiful piece. Well done.