by Mani, Grade 11
What does it feel like to choke something so tight you suffocate it? Why must my ironclad clasp be the very reason you slipped away? I want to hold on to this elation,
Flatten it against my wall until it is permanently stained.
So that when there is nothing in sight but somber skies,
I can know that there once was joy.
That once the wind rushed past
Gracing us with a moment of cool amidst the dry heat,
So I can be able to recall the euphoria of pushing up against a breaking wave, Soaring over its peak.
Rising without a single thought,
Feeling the charged water flow beneath
Being propelled to shore,
Hurdled towards the dunes.
Watching a strobe of radiant fuchsia disappear beyond the horizon, Turning over soft sand in between your toes,
Feeling the blood rush to your head as you swing into the jungle
The supple silk that slinks off your forefingers.
Dust rising from the asphalt somehow clearing your vision when you know it should be blurred.
The tickle of the sun's rays
Humidity that diffuses into your lungs,
A foreign language that sticks to your tongue
Bright lights that carve a path along the gravel
Like the knives that rake through the crimson clay.
Fits of laughter so whole you might burst
And times so content you could permanently pin up your smile.
A mighty mountain to fix your gaze on
A family to jog towards
A familiar face to follow through the mas.
I have flown to the equator
Where the heat is deafening
And this bliss is but a mirage.