intoxication
maybe it was the drink
that confused every working
cell in my brain. maybe it
played with my nerves and
the neurotransmitters have
flailed on certain places
they shouldn’t be. or maybe
there was some unnamed
being toying with me when
by the time her image entered
my brain there was that static
tremble that roared in my heart,
making it beat her name the way
i know it shouldn’t.
her voice,
the way it sounds like whispers
that i’ve kept on hiding behind the
soft ushers of flowers dancing
behind my ears.
her hands,
that i could have easily held had i
kept my distance at arm’s length.
but i couldn’t. i never did. because
i knew well that even by her smile
i could be easily drawn to tell her
how long i’ve felt this tremble. the
beats it creates when she’s near.
but the drink
played me when by the time
i knew that no medication could
ever sober me up, i spoke, whispered
her name, and told the words i’ve been
longing to tell. i could swear i saw the words
billow in the air like bubbles drifting.
but when it popped, not only those words
left but so did she.
Ada Pelonia is a writer from the Philippines. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Blink-Ink, Germ Magazine, and 101 Words. Besides reading fictional books and writing anything that comes to her mind, she enjoys drinking tea during rainy days. She's also on Twitter @_adawrites.