Coming out…Of a car door
Cora Thornton-Silver
The colors that flashed before me were green, amber, and red
My cheeks tingled and perked up
My eyes sparkled
My heart beat faster
As I ran down,
A long path
To a cliff face,
Stopping as I reached the edge
Rocks trickled down
My Doc Martens stayed steady
Shattering bricks fell from the cliff
And it became hard to stand on
I am alone
Pride has not reached me
It was a cold, dry parking lot
Deserted
Still and sombre
“You’re beautiful, sexy and cute!”
He said
In my mind
With wide, hungry eyes
Nothing was said of our personalities or my smarts
The bridge ran across many spots of brightnesses
Cars drove along it
Carefully as if the surface
Was covered in a wet, white substance
Their vehicles fueled by insects that bit the dust
She tasted salty like marmite and butter on hot toast
Pristine like scent-free flowers with long, thin stems
Or a homemade popsicle with real citrus flavors
The three of us
Sat in his car
Why?
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