Dark blue night life.
The rusty glow of the streetlights.
Grimy, musty, icy
Until the warmth from your basement
Melts me.
It takes me until I am liquified
To notice my drumming heart and-
I’m crowded.
Will they see
Me as Phony
Like the smile I’m wearing.
You ask me something
My heart thumping distracts me
You ask me again
I freeze.
Your eyes are darts,
That strike mine,
Dim and smokey and gorgeous
I feel ill. I am dazed.
Not thinking.
Stares from the crowd,
But in the protection of,
Your gaze.
Why am I here
Again?
Alexis Altimont is a fourth year media studies and film/television major with a minor in digital media trends and analytics at University Park. She enjoys to read and write as well as watch and analyze film. Her hobbies include doing stand-up, improv and sketch comedy as well as freelance videography and photography.
Instagram: @alexisaltimont