Damn
By. Ellie Prusko
In the 38 degree weather,
you smirk at men’s wandering eyes
over your bare legs
and tight dress
and low bun
and dark eyes.
It’s pretty cold,
one of the girls say.
But what she doesn’t know
is that you’re all dolled up
just to slow dance with yourself
in the hotel room
with lit candles
and an inner fury that he won’t pick up the phone.
Men wink as they hand you beer
and ask if you live around here.
You’ve never been this far from home
for this long and the thing
that eats you alive
as you lay in bed
is the fact that despite
less meds,
a saved scholarship,
the desire to live,
you still feel so stagnant.
You wonder if sex will fix it
so you send naked pictures
to a boy who worships your body.
It’s also a revenge tactic,
since the one who’s scalp
you only smelled once
and now have the scent burned into your brain
can barely make plans on the rare occasions he can even speak.
And you’re kicking yourself
because that’s all it was to begin with
but your feelings are so see-through
with your snow complexion.
The dilated pupils
and blood flushing your face
makes the boys in your bed
know immediately
that you adore everyone you come into contact with.
Ellie Prusko is a twenty-year-old novelist. She has over ten publications by literary magazines such as Hypernova Lit, Postcard Shorts, as well as thirteen regional and national Scholastic Awards. She is currently studying creative writing in college.