Wild Thing


an itch begins deep inside

to feel the buzz through the soles of my feet,

metal wheels making riotous noise, as I skate across bumpy sidewalks,

to feel my stomach drop

metal chains gripped in my fingers as I soar high, feet touching the sky,

or  to fill my lungs with chlorine perfumed air,

and dive deep to the bottom of the pool,

hair fanning out as this mermaid explores her imaginary cave.

Ah, to be a wild and free once more.



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