There's a lightbulb sprouting under my rib cage,
Hanging like an upside down potted plant.
And it's turned in, illuminating my stomach
Lighting the pigment of my skin into a yellow instead of blue undertone.
Crack!
In an instant it's shattered.
Your presence hits it like a baseball bat
The glass shattering into a million little fragments,
Falling into my stomach.
Creating knots
And in turn with them, lumps in my throat I simply cannot swallow.
But.
The sparks from the broken bulb light a fire inside my belly
And begins to consume me.
My whole being becomes engorged in this flame.
It laps at my heart,
It incases me as a whole.
And I was not made
To be put out.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Mad
PoesíaThe title says it all, just some different poems that go from my brain to you. (Cover not done by me, done by the amazing @LaurenDMSmith)
