title. L.E.D Blue
name. Lottie Leseberg Smith
right now. Second year studying History of Art and English Literature at the University of Edinburgh
Spin round and round
Let that blue light caress your face
Turning white to red to green
And back to blue again.
It makes the music louder
Reminds us where we are
And where we are going to.
Let the vodka hit and the voices soften
Getting closer to feeling like fuck it.
You lock eyes
You know whats about to happen
You can see it now
You can feel it
You can almost taste it.
Salty breath gasps in anticipation
Of the knowing.
Its so close.
That thought takes over and you turn, walk out
Not looking back.
Trance like, you just can’t help yourself.
There you are, out the door and into the outside.
Walk to a run to a leap,
This is what you are waiting for.
As you walk through into what feels like home
Paper passes through hands
And the box is passed.
This is it you say, this is it.
You fumble slowly, taking your time,
Open it wide and gaze down, until,
Sucking crunching munching
Greedy flurry until you can take no more.
Sit, look back in awe.
So there it was and here it is
An ode to this blue chicken shop
I fucking love your chips.