Hot flames dance across my skin like lightning
Nerves crawl through me as nails rake across my arms, legs, stomach, neck
I'm uncomfortable within my skin
My knee bounces as an outlet
Picturing black tar leaving my body calms my mind
I'm overheating
I need a better outlet
How do I let it out
Go on a walk like a dog
Run out your frustrations
Panting—
I'm hot
Tar leaves
I'm ok
All the bad is gone now
Your ok.
YOU ARE READING
Fuck You, Nicely
PoetryOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
