Two pebbled knee caps
Tented by quilted cotton.
An outstretched forearm,
With five freckles, two scabs, one scar.
Shadows of perched lips mark the stucco wall
As the light from the chandelier radiates a citrusy-yellow.
Flicker and dip as they follow the orbs on the screen.
Bits of torn skin
And gnawed-down nails
Scratch across my hands,
Mapping out my fingerprints.
Curls of hair twitch under the puff of the ceiling fan
And across alabaster skin,
Stretched taught by a sinewy chest.
Exhale of exhaust,
Then the inhale of slumber.
My name is India Debe and I’m a recent graduate from the University of Wisconsin-Parkside with a degree in Communication coupled with a Creative Writing Certificate. I have always had a passion for writing and I am certain I will continue to write creatively for the rest of my life.