1 AM Musings
And so we find ourselves
Trapped in the most remarkable
Weakness
The smooth back and warm arms
I think of first
At night when I tremble
Back in my childhood shell,
Clasping a strand of hair for
Savage chewing.
We’re raw
Stripped down to the bone by
Patches of hot lightning.
Lustful nights
Sweating into each other’s
Gaping hearts.
I never knew that I could fear
Something more than your uncertain,
Labored breaths:
Losing them.
Glass
Silver ringing in the night
Doesn’t seem quite real
I’m watching my mind
Unravel
In sharp flashes
Of lightning.
Rain makes sound hollow
It hums in crystal symphony,
Cakes the spongy earth
In frightened tears.
I’m moving toward you
Drifting deeper
Into a puddle of
Translucent water
That shimmers like your eyelids,
Like your eyes in the amber sun
Sighs that make my mind
Spin
You possess me
It’s scary to think
My body fills with hollow rain,
Your words fall away
Like shattered glass.
Grace Beilstein is a sophomore at The Kinkaid School in Houston, Texas. She writes flash fiction, poetry, and prose. She is one of three main editors of her school's award-winning literary magazine "Falcon Wings."
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