Icecream in time
It trickles between my fingers
And sticks in the webbed, fleshy part
Where the palm extends outwards
Hopelessly swiping at the sides
The thin napkin
Long since soaked through
Is heavy with the remnants
Of the sweet treat
It drips out of my hand
Helplessly to the concrete ground
The relentless sun
Beating
And as the ice cream pools on the pavement
Less ice, more cream
I wonder if
I should have eaten it faster
Raegan Blair is currently pursuing a bachelors in English with an emphasis in creative writing; she is also double majoring in game design. She has been published in Lindenwood University’s literary journal Arrow Rock. Outside of writing, Raegan loves all things horror: whether that be video games, movies, or books.
You can read our interview with Raegan here.
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