the moon is barely there as we leave the school, no one notices. there's too many people and not enough teachers. our fingers interlock and i drag you down the sidewalk. i pull you down the main road, downtown, past dimly lit stores and blurred streetlights. we arrive at the sand, and i quickly slip off my dress as you take off your shirt. i yank my shoes off and grab your hand, pulling you towards the waves lapping at the shore. you pause as i try to convince you to come in. i start to ask if you're okay, but you interrupt by shoving me into the cold water. i come up already halfway through my sentence, "-- such an asshole" before returning the gesture. before i know it i feel two hands around my ankles, pulling me down again. we come up simultaneously. the little moonlight shines in your eyes as you stare at me. i look down and then up at you. i feel my wrists being pulled in to your bare chest and soon our lips collide. my fingers tangle themselves into your hair as your hands find their way to the small of my back.
and then i wake up.
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
