Not To Be Used

Written by: Isabel Serrano Hoogsteyns

Not To Be Used 
Isabel Serrano Hoogsteyns

Tickling began to contour my face
Cold destroyed the water 
The windmill enforced in pain
I felt powerful
Velocity, the verse of my whole body 
Moving in a single direction
Follicles covered the air
There was a sour sound, like the one of metal clinging 

Boom! A sudden stop
His face was a fresh grass after a long night sleep
Up and down, this flesh was his
Nonetheless, not to be used
Not to be touched
The red around them made my heart untangle
Discover the power of a single word
Except, to notice this wound was gone...