FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT
I wanted him to be my first, my second, my only. And while I
imagine him loving me, my curls serve as a curtain against the outside world,
all that exists is one boy and one girl. Delusions race while the mundane, yet
equally exciting world continues without me. And as I lay in bed, I imagine his
hands. They outline the rounds of my body, sink into my curves. And I feel
beautiful. I picture his silhouette in the walls before me -it hovers above
mine as he holds me in his arms. And it tickles below as I imagine his
tongue, but the loud distant horns distracts me from imagining more, and I’m
left aware that I lay alone.
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