Frisson
The tears well up
but do not fall from my eyes.
My chest tightens
but I keep breathing.
My lips separate
but without a smile.
mental healing.
The bumps raise on my skin
as I turn up the volume.
Drowning out the noise
washing over my thoughts.
Colors seem a little brighter now.
The hair on my skin
perks up like fresh moss.
Lights start to blur into stars.
Everyone starts to wonder
if I’m okay.
They only see me crying.
The tears fall from my eyes.
I can’t breathe.
And yet I’m here smiling.
Damara Peraino
12