Face flushed, warm blood
pumping.
The pitter patter of fairy
hands and feet run up and down,
up and down my spine and
arms,
leaving dozens of
little trailing whispers of tingly goose fleshed skin.
Laughter and smiles bubble
and babble
out from between red
and warm lips that
no longer hide teeth.
Dozens of lips all
stretch
into grins akin to
those all around.
Everyone is a mirrored
image.
Together, a mass of
warmth, belonging and excitement.
One lingering thought
trails in the back of every mind.
Stamping out awkward feelings of fear and doubt.
“I am not alone”
These words hang in a
giant cloud
above every head,
a figurative speech bubble
that no outsider
could see but everyone feels
is there nonetheless.
Everyone is running loop
de loops
on the same track
and it could not feel
anymore fantastic.
This speech bubble
thought
never far from these
smiling lips
“I am not alone”
By Alissa Tsaparikos
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