In Need Of Being Thawed
by Natasha Villegas
To feel again.
Someone. Something
Anything. Anything.
To get high off of life
Roses do not cut it for me anymore
To fall off a plane into the abyss
Let the rush of possibly meeting
Death in the strawberry fields where I will
Hopefully land inspire me
To inject adrenaline into my veins
And become addicted to chance.
I want to feel the heat singe my feet
As they snuggle their way deep into the sand
As I watch
The sun dive into the water on the edge of the world
For a swim that will last 12 hours.
I want my stomach to become a butterfly garden
Filled with the wings flapping within me
My heartbeat acting as the wind to move them around my body—
Feeling the rush of a crush,
The rush of getting crushed
By a crush.
I crave the feeling of your hands—
The colder than doctors hands to
Unhook my bra and see
Just how wild I can be.
To run naked into the ocean,
Diving in head first and seeing nothing but pitch black,
The fear that an unknown creature could swallow me whole,
The dimples of my back absorbing the waves
Letting the sting of the cold Pacific turn into a warm stew
From when you jump in after me
Holding me.
To feel again.
Someone. Something
Anything. Anything
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