This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at SCU chapter.
Whispers graze my cheek
Like a man’s hand before a cautious kiss –
You’re okay, you’re okay
The repetitive echoes taste like mouthwash
I try to remember to breathe,
My mind playing the instructions on a loop
Inhale –
The air is sharp like cracked tile in my lungs
And my chest tightens with anticipation
Fear that the next breath might not come
Once again those words enter,
And place a righteous kiss upon my unguarded lips –
You’re okay, you’re okay
Filling my tongue with cool deceit
I heaved upward, and those mendacious words returned –
Gently nibbling on my ears – the sound of my own melody