Arsenika

a magazine of speculative flash fiction and poetry

by Kiara E. Bell

Issue 2

28 lines

Driving down the highway
at two a.m.
  I felt my heart stop
   When I looked over and saw
    Pale yellow
     So round and full
       Sensuous and curvy
        My lungs gasped
         in awe
         As she stayed by
         my side
          And a peace washed over
            My troubled
            soul
             She dipped into a silky black
             lake
              And dried herself out
              among
              the stars
             Shimmering her pale yellowed
             glory
            And dripping it all
            over me
          I understood why
          The ocean waves crashed
          for her
         Because on that lonely highway
        I crashed for her too.

©2018 Kiara E. Bell

Kiara E. Bell is a writer and student. She is a proud woman of color who resides in Maryland. You can find her on Twitter as @theYungWriter.