i’m blinded from the glittering water.
my skin feels warm from the sun, my clothes hot.
i inhale the fresh air for a long moment, closing my eyes and tilting my head back.
the wind blows my hair, and i know it will look greasy and knotted later, but right now, i couldn’t care less.
i have to squint even with my eyes closed.
music plays softly in my ears and i curl my toes in the hot sand.
i’m finally in paradise.
except, i’m not.
clouds start rolling across the sky, quickly covering the sun and darkening my world. i open my eyes and watch as the sky lights up with lightning, the ground shaking from the thunder.
i was happy. the world was bright and warm, until you came around.
the wind picked up, the water slowly twisting into a hurricane.
i screamed for help, trying to get away from the water, but it seemed to reach out and pull me in.
your words breathed air into my lungs every once in a while, but your actions just pushed me deeper down.
you are a hurricane, twisting my emotions and manipulating them to your benefit. you used me. they told me to stay away from the water if a storm came through, but i didn’t listen.
i should have. then i wouldn’t have drowned.
New favourite word: typhlotic. So much more appropriate.
We can only begin to understand the person before us if our ears listen fully to their words and our hearts are open to their beauty, suffering, kindness, and humanity.
I am not a poet
just a woman trying to escape
with the words
that were imprisoned by my tongue
Of things I didn’t tell you
of feelings I left numb
And somehow, people began
to call it poetry
because it’s too late... Elle Bor