The atmosphere grew thick between the two of us.
The air was cold and stiff yet sweat ran down his brow.
He stood with his shoulders stiff and hands shaking at his sides.
His heart pounded against his ribs and his breath was labored.
In contrast, she wore a mask of powder and paint.
She stood with her shoulders lose and hands relaxed at her sides.
Her breath was calm and steady while her smile light the area.
The light was not safe. It cut through the man.
Pricing his heart causing his knees to buckle.
She spoke with a sweet tender tone that was laces with understanding.
He began to fall....
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
