A sharp smack
stinging cheek, a print
deep red, throbbing,
cold shock and hot pulse
and my throat closes.
I feel it burn,
hot and sick and bright in my chest,
raging, any words
turning to cinder in my mouth,
but eyes dry, cold, and aching.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A sharp smack
stinging cheek, a print
deep red, throbbing,
cold shock and hot pulse
and my throat closes.
I feel it burn,
hot and sick and bright in my chest,
raging, any words
turning to cinder in my mouth,
but eyes dry, cold, and aching.
Felt the slap. Great way to start a poem.