Hot Flash


Tire swing fluctuating from a sadden branch.

A room enclosed, no sway to be had.

One could suffocate with the lack of air.

I would observe more closely but it is getting hard to breathe…

and, I have forgotten the facts.time 1

Perhaps the impending jitters know where I have placed my other soul.

The one that runs not only hot…but also, cold.

I have explained once…yet, a thousand times over…

no understanding comes when the mind is a dividing line.

imageedit_2_8661411140There are gestures I make but dare not mention.

Bouts of confusion and apprehension.

Dry as winter’s bone.

Months atop of months…

alone, alone, alone.

Shattered glass in an abandoned home.

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