the tense grip on my wrist
irrefutable feelings burning in my chest
causing my heart to swim
in the blood, sweat, and tears i had shed.
night falls quickly
as the acidic aura on my skin
felt a lot like your words
and the songs of the crickets
went to the beat of your fist against my door.
the crunch of the oak leaves
brought some serenity
and the damp air filled my lungs and joined the mist.
a feeling so warm and calming, yet so offset, i could only describe it as
interlude.
