Tourist

Open palms, open lips. Eyes turned inside-out. Black vinyl like wet tar. The glimmering needle -
scrapes. A familiar bed, a foreign body. Hands like cross-country travelers. Wild fingertips covered
in mountain-like ridges. A bilingual tongue; Sharp - inhalations. Melting breaths, exonerable heat.
The delicious sting. My painfully pleasant souvenir.

Emily J. Olszewski, October 20
th
, 2014
Creative Writing Poetry