efflorescence

United States

17 | INFJ | she/her

[ summer + fall 2019 ] peer ambassador

lover of magical realism, bedroom pop, digital illustration, & honey almond butter

Message to Readers

just missing my partners-in-crime :(

friendship, six feet apart

March 28, 2020

FREE WRITING

17
before:
we walk deserted streets,
aimless hoodie girls
who crack the sky with smiles,
hair tucked behind sloping ears
as we run down sun-kissed sidewalks
soles pounding sweltering pavement
that melts in our wake,
dissolving into the monotony of suburbia
that is population 18,000.

                        --
between:
i'm going to be a doctor, my friend says,
her smooth-brown skin cast amber in the light.
i'm going to be a teacher, my friend says,
limbs stretched lazily on the brown-green grass.
i'm going to be an author, i say,
tracing the clouds like they are folded with stories. 
i'm going to be a poet, i add,
but no one is listening to my whispered promise
as it slips through the monkey bars and
rolls down the slide,
lost among our faded childhood.

                         --
now:
"let's be friends forever," we say,
twining pinkies together 
like the infinity ring slipped around my finger. and
i can't imagine life without them,
devoid of slap-happy laughs 
and smiles so wide my cheeks ache with sweetness.
"friends forever," i say,
"friends forever," i repeat
when six feet separate us like a growing chasm
and all i have are digital echos
of a still-gold friendship.

"friends forever."

 

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  • asta

    'tracing the clouds like they're folded with stories' beautiful!


    over 1 year ago