Collective Unrest

 

Melting Wax

August 22, 2018

When I gaze at my reflection
all hips and thighs
bulge around my middle
perfect pink pussy
grabbable and ready
scars and bruises
across skin

I am a clay doll
molded by fingers
of men.

I do not see
what I should-
all woman;
a little battered
by hands of time
upon her skin
but defined and
hourglass slim.

You are a woman,
I say to the one
staring back.
She smiles-
She knows it.

Eyes glisten and spark
lightning against sky
breasts firm and perky
twenty-five years
spent growing
into this woman

hips and thighs
promise sturdy,
sexy strength and power
hidden beneath curves,
an electrical current
flowing through veins
super-charged
Ready to ignite

The calm before the storm
is electricity flickering in her eyes.
I feel the charge racing off her skin,
live wires if I brush with fingertips
send me buzzing along with her.
Soaring through the night,
becoming one with the
lightning and thunder. ⚡️

I am everything
I have become
because of my mother,
my sisters spread far
across borders
Time stretched thin
like a candlewick
burning low
melting wax.

 

Tianna Grosch lives in PA and hopes to one day change the world with her words. Her work has appeared widely across lit mags and journals – see more at CreativeTianna.com and follow her @tiannag92.

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