Brief Midnight Poem

Blech, I can't sleep! I blame my impulsive, post-work trip to Starbucks. :-/ The silver lining? My muse came back! Here's an itty bitty snippet of a poem that just came to me:


shudder shock of blood that rises
beneath my skin —
crimson in its urgency
sudden in its intensity
all my limbs are frozen, inarticulate
as I am made newly aware
of the fragile cage that houses me
I rub at the unfurling bruise
as if to blot the pain
that pulses, bell-like, in my thready veins

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1 comment(s):

SG said...

Oh! I know how it feels.. I hope you feel better.