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Ophelia's Lake
By Michelle Ramalingam
Ophelia's Lake: Image
dead things taste as he does
the first time
a boy kissed me
he pushed me into the wall and mumbled in my ear, his hands heavy and mouth pushed on mine
he tasted like cheap weed and lean, his mouth dry from a stolen vape and nicotine
he grabbed my jaw in his hand and pressed it hard and stuck his tongue between my teeth
i laid in the bathtub - his bed wouldn’t let me sleep - but by morning, all of the water had weeped
saccharine sweet like a gumball machine
the first time
Lydia kissed me
She brushed the hair away from my face and caressed my cheek with Her lithe fingers, stained with cobalt ink
She tasted like candy lip gloss and bubblegum, Her lipsticked mouth painted mine a rosy pink
She held my face in Her hand and giggled and rubbed the smear away with her thumb
we swam in the lake and had too much to drink, but by morning, we were drunk on love
Ophelia's Lake: Text
Michelle is a fifteen-year-old aspiring poet located on the East Coast. She can be found on Instagram at @michelleramaa.
Ophelia's Lake: Text
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