drumming fingers on my thigh at night, the song runs through my head
again and again and again
bouncing my leg on the floor, my breath comes faster
again and again and again
breathing isn't as easy as it's always been
and sometimes my heart flutters
and sometimes my heart flutters
and sometimes i press my hand to my chest
and try to deaden the murmur
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
