Superhero Swap! (A Quick Write on Which Superhero (or Villain) I’d Trade Places with (Magneto!))

A quick write on which superhero (or villain) I’d trade places with! Here I choose Magneto, for neither category:

The soft clicking of fingers against a keyboard fills my room, harmonious with the symphony of rain whispering at the window and wind rustling the trees outside. It’s stormy today.

Every tap of a key sends a current of electricity to the computer, like a trickle of sweat down skin, a soft secret whispered in your ear.

My metal necklace hangs heavy. I reach up to touch it, feeling the molecules, the very structure of each atom resonating with a reservoir of energy. With a twitch of my pinky, the metal melts into the shape of a raindrop.

Outside, the storm grows angry. Every lightning bolt that splits the sky in half feels like energy splintering into spidery veins, like soft but fizzy soda under your tongue.

It seems like I’m working, but the superpowers of Magneto make even ordinary tasks extraordinary.

Even if it weren’t the age of technology, magnetism and metal are everywhere.

The iron in my blood sings to me quietly, humming a song in concert with the storm and the rain; every heartbeat is a wave, like the pulse of the ocean. Even quieter is the low rumble of the electromagnetic fields that surround the earth, encasing all of us in a nearly inaudible song. Quieter still is the earth and all of the metal within, breathing softly, so as to not disturb its people.

And, at the forefront of it all, I am the conductor, bringing all of these sounds together in cocktail that fits into the curve of my ear, transforming metal into song.