by Paige Alis Dammers
I sit and shake my legs filled with caffeine buzzing in veins both red and blue, pumping life inside my skin, suit beating with warmth, and I am, and the world is, cold. Wind breaks, cold glass piercing shards into my legs, sweet warmth bubbling to the surface of my unshaven stubble, buzzing everywhere excited and the blood beneath my skin jumps; and the sky is blue— Blue! the clouds must be cold. Their misty skin trickles down as rain from foggy legs, sprinkles of frost buzzing and silenced by our Earthly warmth. That familiar warmth, with roots of brown and worms of blue and tiny bugs whose bodies are always buzzing; rocks dripping cold, wet energy from the caves, dangling legs forming the deepest, richest, subterranean skin eventually encapsulating everything, a supple and silky skin that glows in the calming warmth of our eyes, our hands, our faces, our legs, our gold and copper sun, our sky where she sits, perched in a blue palace, soaring beyond that cold from below, and above, and buzzing. and buzzing, and buzzing, in the sea, the rock, the dirt, my skin, in static; cold. Yet the soul retains its warmth, after the sun dips back into black and blue, setting down off her flaming legs— Those legs that shake and are still buzzing. So when chilling blue wraps around my pink skin I shall find the warmth in that cold.
About the Contributor & Piece
Paige Alis Dammers is a Visual Arts student, and a lover of poetry and tattoo artistry. One life goal she has is to write a book, and whatever it may be about she is yet to discover. She have a deep love for my friends and family, and enjoys nothing more than sharing her art and poetry!