a/n: i'm not sure if any of you still keep up with my poems since i have been so inactive lately. this is something i wrote on the fly in english today, and i really liked it a lot. it isn't a poem, but i do see it as being very poeticly eloquent.
The feeling of shock reverberates all throughout my body: it raps against my ribcage, then plummets into my stomach. After resting for a while, the feeling is again shot straight up my body, right up to my heart where it gently nuzzles itself into a cavity. My breath is no longer gentle and seamless. Between inhale and exhale is a tiny double intake that causes me to choke a little. Every time my heart beats, shock makes sure to whisper tiny mnemonic notes, making sure I don't forget that it's there. I don't even realize I'm crying until my nose starts running and I instinctively bring my sleeve up to wipe it. It's strange that something as small as a single emotion can completely change how your day is going, will go, and how you will remember it.
