Growing Pains

By Emily Hunt

Popcorn in the cracks of couches

Blue light
Out of sync & out of time

Dirty sheets in an icy room
(we can never get that back)
My stupid impulse, a rushing wave
& your racing heart
It felt so good as we tore it all
a p a r t
Salt on your lips  
Maybe we shouldn’t have kissed
(the way that we did)

All the silence in the airport
I was scared to break it
Damn my stoic nature

Cutting teeth at an inconvenient time
The blood pools in the back of my mouth
& you burn down my spine
When the wisdom teeth come
It will all be fine
  (i lied)

 Orange fanta sky.
Glowing skin.
Green eyes.