The start of something

Chinwe Okonkwo

Cars rush the ever growing nightfall
It’s a junky, run down green machine 
The tires fall from teenage gleam
We sing (or scream); We dance I think 
We are privileged naughty pigs
We are not heavenly 
We are hurtful, we’re insensitive, we are laughing, life is good.
I try to think of a synonym for bliss, ecstasy? 
We’re elated
We are children; nothing else exists in this moment 
We are animated, stimulated 
I can’t believe this is a feeling 
It didn’t even feel like I felt like I was alive; I just was 
For the rest of my life I will chase this
This, somehow content enlivening 
I think I am thrilled 
I think, maybe, perhaps, my life has begun

Chinwe Okonkwo is a student in the Metro Atlanta area. She is originally from Nnewi, Nigeria. Her previous publications include Eclipse Zine, The Ice Lolly Review, and Heart Balm Literary.  She also works as a prose and fiction reader for the Farside Review and Levatio Magazine, and a staff writer for the Write Through the Night blog. In her free time, she enjoys reading, films, running track, and spending time with her dearest friends.