Palpitations

by Samantha Flaherty

My heart likes to beat to things

in manners it should not

or, so it seems.

Her senses heighten to the aroma

of cologne,

reminding her of sensations

not felt in years.

Her fingertips trace every bump,

edge and curve,

envisioning hands of another;

crevices withholding an appetite

for a single touch.

She sits up abruptly, wondering

if these thoughts are filled with malice

If these thoughts are infected with betrayal

and lies.

If her heart would

be worth

breaking.

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Samantha Flaherty is a third-year college student from Salem, Massachusetts who vehemently loves cats, the horror genre, and influencing people to think through her writing. She loves spending time studying Screenwriting and Psychology, and when she is not crafting something eerie and odd, she is usually brewing a big cup of peppermint tea.