‘Immerensis’

Elizabeth Agre lives in northern mn with her husband alongside the bears, wolves and bobcats.

immerensis

n. the maddening inability to understand the reasons why someone loves you—almost as if
you’re selling them a used car that you know has a ton of problems and requires daily tinkering
just to get it to run normally, but no matter how much you try to warn them, they seem all the
more eager to hop behind the wheel and see where this puppy can go.

after all of the stars have been outshone by the burning sun I lie still
when you hold my hand in the quiet dark i am overwhelmed by immerensis

i’ll always wait for you to change your mind because rust is never nice
once i'm home, whist i lay in bed, i text you because i’m consumed by immerensis

and i wonder how it is possible for someone like you to like me
when the room is quiet, alone in my thoughts, i’m surrounded by the immerensis

people like run their mouths and they like to whisper that you’re beautiful
when i hear them all i can do is agree but it always fills me with immerensis

when you leave me in the restaurant and i get scared of being alone
and when you come back i’m surprised because voices in my mind sound like immerensis

you take my hand and for that singular moment i question all my fears when you hold me close in your heart i feel it dull, the immerensis day after day i give you a

way out as the clock ticks to the next morning
i hear your voice calming on the other side i forget the impending immerensis

Linhly Harwell is a junior at a liberal arts high school specializing in creative writing. From a young age, Harwell displayed an interest in writing which led to her pursuing writing seriously. Over the years, she has been able to dabble in different fields of writing such as poetry, short stories, nonfiction, screenwriting, and more!