Afloat

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Pressed against the chair of the swing ride

I’m drifting                                                              

The sky’s blue and gold

    contort into      pixelated shapes of        what could be

as the wind carries                 distant echoes 

I close my eyes, completely

immersed 

In my retina,             one image

dissolves into

another,

a continuous loop …

The sun bleeds and abruptly

   awakens my eyes,

I begin to taste a tinge of rust

and               gold in my tongue,

the cold of the metal seeping

through my skin,

and now

I remember I am

in the swing ride.

But the swinging

soon

slows

down

An indication of its

finality,

So I              foretaste        my next ride …

Aleksia Barka MS1 at the Perelman School of Medicine.
Image by Phoebe Cunningham, an MS2 at the Perelman School of Medicine.

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