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Goosebumps

Rising up my legs

Infecting every inch of my skin

Getting into my veins

Like an infection

Of pure bliss

And memories

Flooding my vacant mind

I feel light

Both in thoughts and weight

Like I could fall apart at the seams

Float up into the air if not properly grounded

I feel warm

As if I’m sitting in a sauna

Or a hot spring

Bubbly would be a proper adjective

As if i could dissolve and turn to a liquid

Or maybe I’m already a liquid

I certainly don't feel like a solid

Too hard and stubborn

No smooth edges

Just sharp, pointy, deadly corners

I’m smooth

Easily moldable within someone’s innocent hands

Not brittle and straight

But soft and curvaceous

Or maybe that’s just the mind state that i'm in

I want to dance Let my feet lift from the ground

Take me somewhere only the clouds know about

Somewhere high above the thick sea of concrete

Away from the muffled groans and screams of the pedestrians down below

Unaware of what beauty lies beyond the stars

-Ari Ghormley