Rush

cold surges through
my fingertips to my
heart
seizes
freezing my blood to drops
red marbles
too aghast to inhale
sickening vacancy
dizzy butterflies crash about
ears hum
a dissonant pitch
jaw tight
stagger toward an overstuffed
stained couch
your voice
through waves of static
at once annoyed, defensive
thinly concerned
all
it all
spins
without focus
as on a high speed train
surging forth
unseeing
words disappear
I am all body
dead
exhaustion
this
is what I do
to
myself

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Writer, poet, lover. http://madamesweetcheeks.blogspot.com/ View all posts by bittersweetverse

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