i have your ribcage, you said.
“Pencil vs Camera no. 40” by Ben Heine
what should i put in it?
i told you i’d always wanted a fire,
the kind that would fill my eyes with starlight
and pump my blood full of passion, but
you’re made of wildflowers, you said.
a fire would burn you to ash.
you wanted to fill my chest with
the sound of a train, whistling
far away in the night;
with the sound of rain smacking leaves;
with the sound the wind makes
when it seems like it’s trying to speak
and you wanted to throw in the smell
of midnight in august
and the feeling of sand being
sucked out from under your feet
when the ocean inhales,
and the strange little moment of
bittersweet joy you get when
someone else puts your soul into words
and you realize you’re not as alone as you thought.
i told you that if i had all that inside me,
i’d ache all the time
and you smiled
because you already knew that ache.
i’ve got it, i said.
tell me a story. tell me the truest story you know.
and you brightened.
and leaned in.
and filled my ribcage with a story.
it was only three words long,
but it did the trick.
~Tegan Watson
Tegan Watson is an eighteen-year-old college student living in New York. She watches too many Pixar movies, loves fairy tales, and tries to weave a little whimsy into everything she writes.
