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By Caitlyn Stone
In three words.
Her foot dangles off the
The night air is cold and sharp and quick.
Her breath is
red wine and
He would like to say that she is
That she speaks in
foreign languages and
late night whispers and
hears but never listens.
He would like to press his
face to her neck and feel the
warmth there and whisper,
You are a wildfire,
A fearless woman,
A breath of wind.
But they sit quietly,
Feet dangling over railing,
The night air; cold and sharp and quick.
She laughs, a bright sound that tumbles out,
She spreads her hands so he can see the veins,
And kicks out her feet, and whispers,
I like to think that I’m electric.
Caitlyn enjoys procrasti-writing and caring too much about what other people think of her writing
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