April 10, 2026
Elexis Johnson
My skin has always been
the first to give me away—
warming at your touch,
sparking at your nearness,
telling the truth
I tried so hard
to keep quiet.
It remembered you
in ways I couldn’t control—
a shiver,
a softening,
a pull toward you
that felt older
than logic.
Even after distance
and silence
and all the reasons
I shouldn’t feel anything,
my skin still reacts
to the memory of you
like a match
striking itself.
It confessed
what my mouth refused to say—
that some connections
don’t fade,
they settle deeper,
waiting for the moment
they’re finally allowed
to speak.
– E. J.