A single thread,
Glowing and hot
Twines it’s way
Fire bubbling beneath skin, threatening
To fill me with smoke, escaping
Through every pore-
Out into the world
I’m not cold
But I’m shivering,
Goose pimples prickling
My skin as I listen
To your heart,
Hiding between your words.
YOU ARE READING
The Secret Life of Thought
ПоэзияSometimes we don't say a word because our mind is too full of them. These pages hold just a few of those.
