jelly – yet another poem

photo credits here, edited

by shina

My legs are jelly,
Quivering and unsteady.
My arms lie useless by my side
By my racing heart,
Sweat dripping down my face.
I am weak, and unsure,
And words escape me.
My eyes flutter open and shut, quickly,
Like a butterfly flapping its paper thin wings.

The girl steps forward, and I follow behind,
A wreck under my oversized hoodie.
I’m not quite sure what to say,
And I stammer out
“R-red please”,
It’s my favourite flavour of jelly.

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