Friday, January 21, 2011

Writing Prompt 12: Vibrating

Her world is nothing but a pulse
Vibrating around her wrists
The soft part
The place you forget to put lotion
Hands demand too much attention

We always know so much
Know that this is what the future
Will look like
Dressed up on a picture on a shelf
Made by ikea

She wants to go out,
Get out, she says
Far enough to leave her skin
The skin that is beneath her
Calloused palms of a misguided boredom

She tells herself
It is what she wants,
The way ice cream on hot days
Is what we think we need
When what should be having is water

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